Swish!
Suddenly, Ryle reached out and grabbed the man's neck, easily lifting him into the air.
"Feel it," he whispered to the man, and then gradually tightened his grip. Soon, the man started bleeding from his orifices, yet he didn't struggle. Just before he died, he pulled out a glass vial about the length of an adult's little finger from his pocket and pressed a discreet switch on it!
Bang!
In an instant, a pale orange mist filled the entire factory. Hidden radiated species in the darkness let out heart-wrenching screams. With a dull thud, the man's body fell to the ground, his neck a bloody mess!
Amidst the mist, Ryle's previously neat attire was in tatters, and the flesh of his hands fell off in chunks, turning into a large puddle of inorganic substance on the ground!
Swollen blisters appeared on his face, then burst, oozing pus onto the ground with a nauseating stench. His originally handsome face turned hideously ugly, entirely unrecognizable.
