General Tiberius' eyes widened in shock as he looked down at the gaping wound in his chest. The monstrous claw hadn't pierced his heart, but it had gouged deep into his right lung, practically incinerating the organ.
His breathing became ragged, each inhale a struggle, as a suffocating sensation wrapped around him like an iron vice. Pain surged through his chest with every beat of his heart, but still, he stood.
Above him, the Legendary Voroe flashed a broad, sinister grin, fangs glistening with malice. There was a thrill in his eyes, a twisted ecstasy as he admired the damage he had done. He had wounded the human legend—possibly fatally.
"Two down," he murmured, his voice laced with fanatic glee.
This was a moment of triumph. He, the Legendary Voroe, had killed the first of the human Legends. And now, another was falling!
But then, something changed.
