The axe cleaved through Alex, slicing him clean in half.
A perfect, brutal cut with powerful force
BOOM!
A shockwave erupted, tearing through the battlefield, ripping apart the air itself.
It barreled forward, slamming into a ruined building in the distance—
KRA-KOOM!
The entire structure detonated, debris scattering like shrapnel.
Khan—the gigantic gnoll—stood tall, his massive battle axe raised.
He huffed, exhaling a deep, guttural breath.
That should have been enough.
But then—he frowned.
Something was wrong.
Because the split Alex… turned his head.
With a grin.
And then—His body dispersed into a blur.
Like mist.
Like an illusion.
THUD.
Khan's ears twitched.
He looked down.
And saw his arm—his entire right arm—the one gripping his axe—
Was on the ground.
Severed.