Chapter 31:
In that very moment, his body surged forward as if the air itself had propelled him.
His veins thrummed with newfound power, his steps so light they barely disturbed the forest floor, his figure a blur against the backdrop of green and brown.
The rabbit barely had time to flinch. Its legs hadn't even finished extending to dash when Damien was already upon it.
With a swift, practiced motion that felt less like a first attempt and more like the repetition of countless forgotten lifetimes, Damien swung one of his silver daggers.
The blade gleamed under the fractured sunlight as it sliced cleanly across the back of the rabbit's neck.
Shhhk!
The motion was smooth, effortless. Blood splattered in a thin arc, droplets catching the light before sinking into the dirt.
The rabbit let out a strangled, almost pitiful squeak—then collapsed.
Its body convulsed once, then stilled, the gleam in its eyes fading to dullness as the few crimson drops oozed down its fur.
