The moment the horde of undead saw Liam One, they screeched even louder and rushed at him with incredible speed, their pale forms moving through the dim passage like a wave of corruption made flesh.
But before they could reach him, he'd already made his move. He took a single step forward and appeared behind them instantly, his movement so fast it registered as a blur even to his own enhanced perception.
The next moment, all the undead fell to the ground, their heads separating from their necks with surgical precision and rolling in the opposite direction.
Then gravity reasserted itself, and the headless corpses collapsed in a chorus of meaty thuds that echoed through the passage.
Liam One turned back, curious to see if his theory was correct or if they would regenerate from this level of damage. He watched the bodies carefully, monitoring for any sign of the writhing flesh-reconnection he'd witnessed earlier.
