Two Headed Anaconda

"Please! Spare me!"

The young man thrashed, his voice cracking with desperation. Like a pig at the butcher's block, his fate was already sealed.

Hmph! Dawn only coldly snorted.

His irises burned with an orange glow. A sharp hum cut through the air—then, like a god passing judgment, twin crimson lances erupted from his gaze.

Immediately, a headless body fell to the ground, its limbs twitching for a few seconds before turning into a stream of particles flying into the distance.

...

Dawn turned his gaze to the last survivor. The man flinched, knees buckling under the weight of Dawn's stare.

"Do you want to live?"

A frantic nod—too fast, too eager.

"Good. Then pick up the crystals."

Dawn's voice was casual, almost lazy, but there was an edge beneath it. A sick kind of amusement flickered in his eyes.