Booom!
The thunderous impact echoed through the dense foliage, shaking leaves from branches and sending a flock of startled birds fleeing into the sky.
A shockwave rippled outward, flattening everything in a radius of tens of meters. Trees splintered. Dust and loose earth blasted away in a ring of devastation. The air crackled with the aftershocks of raw, unrestrained force.
Where once a fearsome predator had stood, now there was only ruin—and blood.
The Iron-fanged tiger, a monster known for its speed and viciousness, had been turned into a crimson mist. Bits of flesh and bone rained down like macabre confetti.
Damien lowered his fist, expression calm.
He hadn't even used his full strength.
"This..." Akira's voice trembled with disbelief.
She stood frozen, her wide eyes locked onto the gruesome remains scattered across the blasted clearing. Her mouth hung open as she struggled to find words.
Just moments ago, the tiger had leapt from the shadows—silent, swift, lethal.
