Chapter 40: Heartpierced
The edge of the scythe sang through the air and plunged cleanly through the summoner’s skull. Bone cracked with a crunch that echoed through the silence. The summoner’s abyssal eyes found Aric Blackthorn’s, but they were met only with an emotionless void, pupils lit with a hatred so unfiltered and primal that even the monster’s corrupted heart gave a shudder.
Its eyes dimmed.
Its body collapsed.
Aric yanked his scythe free, the corpse sliding from the blade like meat from a bone.
“Two seconds,” he whispered, the clock inside his mind ticking toward oblivion. “That’s all I have.”
The Devil’s Fruit had him burning at both ends. The artificial overload to his cells was reaching the end of its unnatural surge. When it ended, not even crawling would be an option.
