The Giant Centipede's body stiffened violently, its ear-splitting shriek cutting off into a wet, choking gurgle.
Its hundreds of yellow legs twitched frantically in the air for three short heartbeats before going completely limp, hanging heavy from Sol's embedded blade.
Sol held the forty-foot, multi-ton beast suspended off the ground for a second, his feet unyielding on the stone floor, before casually shaking his wrist and dumping the massive, lifeless carcass onto the rocks.
THUD!
The giant monster collapsed in a tangled, bloody heap, its compound eyes dimming as its life essence drained into the slate floor.
Sol wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his sleeve, looking down at the dead monster with a cold, satisfied breath.
"Much better," Sol muttered. "Stealth doesn't mean a damn thing when you walk straight into my hand."
HUMMMMM.
Deep within his mind, Orphos activated automatically.
