Christian simply swung his arm.
It was just a single motion. Swift. Almost casual.
But it was enough.
The blade sliced cleanly through the air, cutting straight through the abomination's thick neck. The creature didn't even have time to react before its head was severed from its grotesque, twitching body.
It collapsed with a heavy thud, its mutilated body twitching slightly before going still. The severed head rolled a short distance before coming to a stop, leaking a thick, black blood that hissed faintly as it touched the cold concrete.
Its twisted muscles slowly deflated. The bulging veins that pulsed across its limbs went still. Under the glow of the station lights, the warped flesh glistened—shiny, raw, and sickly, as if scorched from the inside out.
A one-second battle, if it could even be called that.
