It was discipline. Precision. Retribution.
And fear was finally settling into the hearts of the survivors.
What had once been pride in Edvin's chest now sat like a stone. Cold. Heavy. Trembling.
This beast wasn't fighting like some feral, unthinking creature. No — this was wrath incarnate, moving with purpose and terrifying efficiency.
"He's killing," Garron muttered, voice low but shaking. "And with a single blow. And what's worse…" He paused. "He hasn't even been scratched."
Edvin didn't answer. Couldn't.
His eyes locked on the black blur tearing through the clearing — Orion, in his monstrous form, ripped through three more soldiers with brutal ease. His claws slashed through armor like silk. His fangs sank deep into a throat before he twisted and flung the lifeless body into two more attackers, crushing their windpipes and knocking the breath from their lungs. They didn't rise again.
