Nyx’s Guild vs. Brotherhood Legion 4      

She buried a dagger into his chest—he barely flinched.

 

She slashed across his throat—he kept coming.

 

Even when she severed his head, the damn thing reattached itself, the flesh knitting back together as if reality itself refused to let him die.

 

Lydia felt her stomach churn as she leaped backward, putting distance between them.

 

"GROSS!" she shivered in disgust, wiping her blade on her cloak as if that would get rid of the sheer horror of what she was witnessing.

 

Lucas turned his eerie, empty eyes toward her once more, his face blank, void of anything human.

 

"Can you just die already?!" she snapped, flipping her daggers into a ready stance.

 

But before Lucas could lunge at her again—