The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary.
Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.
Ryan’s massive, mutated body convulsed. A wet, guttural sound tore from his throat—not a roar, but the gurgle of a drowning thing. He collapsed onto the cold stone floor, his heavy limbs twitching as the dark magic in his veins fought a losing battle against the physical trauma. Blood, black and viscous, pooled around his head.
"Pathetic," Damon sneered, wiping the blade on his velvet robes. He turned his back on the fallen beast, dismissi
