The instant the cannon flared open in Loxen's throat.
A deep warning instinct flared inside Nyxfang.
Danger.
Its damaged jaw twisted open further.
Not for a bite, but to release a final, desperate attack.
From the recesses of its war-torn body, its internal organs shifted.
Biological sacs swelled. A heavy pressure gathered in its torso.
Nyxfang tried to counter.
A surge of corrupted energy built in its lungs.
With a guttural roar, it attempted to fire back a blood-drenched shockwave.
A concentrated Viral Hemoblast.
It shot forward.
Raw and unstable power laced with acid mist and bone fragments.
But it was too slow.
Too thin.
Loxen's cannon fired a split-second earlier.
The silver beam crashed into Nyxfang's body.
The bloody blast Nyxfang released buckled mid-air.
Completely overpowered and shattered on contact.
The collision sent shockwaves in every direction.
Nyxfang's entire body was consumed in a blinding silver surge.
