The figure that had exploded through the wall lay crumpled in a heap of rubble and blood, his chest cavity was torn open like something had reached inside and ripped out its most vital organ.
A massive, ragged hole gaped where the heart should have been. It edges were cruelly... cauterized as if plucked by burning fingers , ribs splayed outward in a grotesque parody of a flower in bloom.
Blood pooled beneath the corpse in rivers of thick and viscus crimson liquid. Spreading outwards slowly and steaming faintly in the night air.
The man's internal organs glistened wetly in the moonlight. It was a horror show of anatomy.
Most of the rib cage was broken and the severed vessels dangled like cut rope, still dripping the last of his life onto unforgiving marble.
But it was the face that would haunt Ishiki's nightmares for years to come.
