Before I even realized he had moved, Kahlen rematerialized a few steps forward, arm casually outstretched. A mass of crimson flesh pulsed in his hand, dangling several thick veins and spraying blood in all directions. The slaver stumbled, staring in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest where his heart should be.
Kahlen's hand closed in a fist, crushing the man's heart. I covered my mouth as a bloody paste squished between his fingers, eyes wide with horror. Bile churned in my throat, but I couldn't look away, transfixed by the awful scene.
"You may now scream," the demon said with a toothy grin.
