"Impossible, No mortal blade could—"
BANG!
He never finished the thought. The bisected temple collapsed with a thunderous roar, ancient columns toppling like dominoes, the once-sacred dome shattering into a thousand glittering fragments that rained down like deadly stars.
"…!"
Dust billowed upward in choking clouds, obscuring the carnage as the structure that had stood for millennia crumbled in seconds.
Through this apocalyptic destruction, Julian walked calmly forward, his blade still drawn, his red eyes fixed on Kyran with the intent of killing him.
The vampire commander stumbled backward, his usual grace abandoned in the face of genuine fear.
"You're not just some Florence lackey. What are you?"
Julian's pace never faltered, never quickened.
He stepped over fallen masonry and severed undead with the same nonchalant stride, like a force of nature that could not be rushed or diverted.
