The front wall exploded inward.
Not the door this time.
The entire wall, brick and mortar and reinforced framing, just disintegrated as Marcus came through like a battering ram. His skin had turned grey and stone-like, his already massive frame somehow looking even larger, dense enough that his footsteps cracked the floor.
"Target acquired," Marcus announced, his voice carrying the grinding quality of rocks scraping together.
"Surrender, and you'll be detained.
Resist, and you'll be terminated.
Your choice."
Jorghan's response was to flood the room with blood essence.
Crimson energy exploded outward in waves, seeking Marcus's circulatory system, trying to invade and seize control. But the essence encountered resistance—Marcus's increased density extended to his blood vessels, making them harder to penetrate and more resistant to external manipulation.
Not impossible, Jorghan noted.
Just harder.
