Catherine's eyes widened with a rare flicker of shock. From the moment the hand erupted from the earth, she could sense it carried a force capable of surpassing all defenses, cutting through flesh and bone like a hot knife through snow. If it reached her throat at point-blank range, there was no doubt—it would sever her head from her body and end her existence.
Yet where others might have panicked, Catherine's mind sharpened. Focus keener than any blade crystallized in her violet gaze. She opened her mouth, and the action did not stop there. Her lower jaw split in half, bones cracking with wet snaps as the tear carried on with her chest tore apart down the middle, splitting open in a grotesque fissure.
From that gaping wound, a colossal arm surged forth.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
