Before anyone could react, S vanished from sight.
His form blurred across the space between himself and Ignar, one hand extending in a casual slash that shouldn't have been threatening.
But when his fingers passed through the air, reality itself seemed to part around them.
A giant red slash flew from his hand like a blade.
Ignar's chest opened in a perfectly straight line from shoulder to hip, dark blood erupting in a spray that painted the black stone crimson.
The fire demon dropped to his knees, hands pressing against the wound in a futile attempt to hold his body together.
S stood over the fallen demon, completely unbothered by the blood now staining his otherwise pristine gloves.
He reached down with both hands and tore open Ignar's chest!
The demon's screams echoed across the mountain as S pulled both hearts from his ruined torso.
Steam rose from the organs as they pulsed weakly in S's grip, flames still flickering across their surface.
