"No need."
Razeal's voice cut her off flatly, carrying no hesitation.
Maria froze mid-step, her hand still raised, droplets swirling above her palm. Her brows furrowed, confusion flickering briefly across her face as she watched him raise his right hand.. the one coated in poison.
And then, before anyone could react, his left hand snapped upward.
His fingers dug into the skin at the very edge of his right wrist, claws gripping as though seizing fabric. Without hesitation and even a fiber of flinching, he yanked.
The sound tore through the air like ripping cloth.
Skin peeled from his hand in a single brutal motion. From wrist to fingertips, the flesh was ripped away in a grotesque sheet, torn clean from muscle. Blood burst forth in a hot spray, splattering across the deck, staining the wood beneath him in crimson streaks. Droplets spattered across his cheek and chin, dotting his pale skin with red.
