Crimson Tyrant [2]

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.