The sound was thunderous—at least for Keryu, who hadn't expected that attack. It was a flash of movement, faster than light. He didn't even have the chance to react.
He had hesitated for a moment. He had decided not to use the bomb, as it would kill Maleshia as well, but that hesitation became his bane.
Pierce—Squlech!
The old man's fist tore through his chest with brutal finality, leaving a gaping hole.
Where his heart had been, there was now only ruin—torn flesh, broken ribs, and voided life.
Blood sprayed like a fountain, coating the wall behind him, but the orb, which should've either been snatched away by the old man or fallen to the ground, disappeared.
With the last of his willpower, he had stored the bomb in his system storage, not wanting to let others gain something, even from his death.
He couldn't scream. He couldn't react. It all happened too fast. But that didn't mean he couldn't think, and that was all he needed to command the system.
