"Pffft—"
A spray of dark red blood burst from Gareth's mouth. His body went rigid as a sudden chill spread through his chest.
He looked down—and froze.
Five long, razor-sharp blades had pierced straight through his torso, jutting out from his chest like grotesque spikes. He'd been completely impaled.
Blood poured down in thick, steady streams.
Crack!
Laura gripped her claw-blades tight and yanked them outward in one brutal motion—ripping a still-beating, blood-soaked heart straight from Gareth's chest.
His life drained away in an instant. His face turned ghostly pale, and he collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.
Another human elite… gone.
Bloodveil narrowed his eyes at the scene, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. Damn it—Laura had snatched another kill right out from under him. He'd taken a beating in this fight, and in the end, didn't even get a single head to show for it.
Total loss.
Now, only one human fighter remained—Howard.
