A Chance!

With that final word, the Raven shrieked and began violently shaking its leg while flying—twisting Leon like a ragdoll caught in a storm.

Bones cracked. Joints screamed. Pain screamed louder.

Every fiber of Leon's body strained and groaned under the assault. His nerves lit up like fireworks, each one screaming at him to give in. His body—what remained of it—was on the brink of collapse. He was one twist away from being turned into a bag of broken bones and shattered dreams.

His left arm… it was just bone now. Skin, muscle, all of it gone. Torn off and eaten.

The Raven had gone far beyond killing. It wanted to erase him—humiliate him—make him regret his very existence. Every second was a new definition of torture, and the beast enjoyed every moment of it.

This wasn't even about revenge anymore.

It was cruelty.

Pure and primal.