Caelum's breath caught as he watched the scene unfold—Zayne's hand plunging deep into Kin's chest, pulling out the pulsating blue organ with chilling ease. The Abyssal's guttural scream still echoed faintly when silence fell.
Holding the heart up, its corrupted blood dripping steadily, Zayne tilted his head, lips curving into that mocking smirk.
"…Wow. You really do have a big heart, huh?"
And then, without hesitation, his fingers clenched. Crack. The heart burst like rotten fruit, fragments of flesh and blue ichor splattering over him.
Soaked head to toe in Abyssal blood, Zayne smiled—unbothered, almost amused.
Slowly, he began to float upward, his long coat swaying in the faint wind. Caelum's eyes widened as he noticed—drop by drop—the blood vanished from Zayne's skin and clothes, slipping away as though an invisible, skin-tight barrier rejected every impurity. By the time he reached Caelum's height, he was pristine again, like he'd never been drenched in gore.
