The execution plaza had transformed into a theater of c*****e. Where moments before there had been the rigid discipline of thousands, there was now only chaos, the screeching of twisted metal, and the frantic cries of soldiers who had realized too late that they were not hunting a man, but a force of nature. Zeven stood in the exact center of the square, his posture relaxed, his dark aura pulsating with such intensity that the very air around him seemed to distort. Beneath his feet, the ancient stone tiles were spider-webbed with cracks, spreading outward from his presence like a lethal infection.
"Is this the best your sacred tribe has to offer?" Zeven asked, his voice cutting through the tumult with terrifying clarity.
He did not wait for an answer. He moved with a speed that defied th
