He poured everything in the vial onto the burnt man's body.
The liquid hissed when it touched his skin, smoke rising in thin curls that stank of rust and rot. It soaked into the flesh like acid, and the man on the ground twitched violently. His eyes rolled back, his mouth opened in a silent scream, and then—he stopped moving.
Everyone went still.
Vanessa, Lilith, and Dickson watched without saying a word. The silence was sharp. Even the faint hum of the vault lights felt distant.
Then the man moved.
Slowly. His fingers twitched first, curling into the ground like claws. Then his arms flexed, his spine cracked, and before any of them could blink, he stood. Just stood—like nothing had happened.
Dickson's jaw dropped.
