As the Second Supreme Monarch tore forward in a streak of crimson, Anthony moved with uncanny precision, as though he had already anticipated the Vampire's lethal motion. In a single, fluid movement, he drew his katana from his waist and, without a moment's hesitation, slashed forward. In an instant, the blade severed the Second Supreme Monarch's arm at the elbow, the clean strike executed with the calm inevitability of a master at the height of his art.
Blood erupted into the air, painting the void in violent crimson, droplets suspended for a heartbeat before succumbing to gravity. The severed limb fell, only to be replaced within seconds by a fully regenerated arm, smooth and flawless, as if the injury had never occurred. Yet Anthony did not pause. His blade blurred once more, slicing through the air with an almost tangible sound of tearing reality itself, leaving trails of pure force in its wake.
