Vincent's bloodshot eyes widened in absolute terror as he stared at Nero's demonic grin.
The metallic claws hovering inches from his most precious anatomy made every survival instinct scream in primal panic.
"You like to fuck high-class women, yeah?"
Those words carried such cold malice that Vincent's entire body went rigid with fear.
This wasn't just about killing him anymore.
This was about destroying everything that made him feel like a man.
Dude was about to lose his precious family jewels and that was enough to wake him up.
"W-Wait…!"
*WHOOSH!*
The metallic claws moved downward with deliberate, terrifying precision.
It seems this one finally made him move. Vincent's mind snapped.
After all… with all his careful planning, all his calculated schemes, all his backup strategies – none of those mattered when faced with the fact of losing his manhood.
"M-MALIGNANT FORMATION... ACTIVATE!"
The desperate chant tore from Vincent's mangled throat with the last of his strength.
