SNIKT.
There was no sound of tearing metal or shattering bone. The spatial sever simply deleted a perfect, cylindrical section of space intersecting the absolute dead center of Kaelen's chest plate.
The microscopic rift snapped shut in a fraction of a microsecond.
A perfectly round hole, exactly three inches in diameter, appeared completely through the Iron Saint's dense iron armor, his reinforced ribcage, and the upper ventricle of his heart. You could see the ruined, rain-soaked cobblestones of the street directly through the gap in his torso.
For a split second, the sheer biological impossibility of the wound didn't register.
Then, the vacuum violently filled with blood.
A massive, pressurized spray of dark crimson erupted from both the front and back of Kaelen's chest. The catastrophic internal damage should have instantly dropped any living creature.
But a Crown Ranker was not a normal living creature.
