"A person of great destiny…?"
The words had barely left Davis's mouth as he saw a white-robed man split into two as a thin black line flashed across his arm. An instant later, the white-robed man split open from the head to the groin as though an invisible guillotine had struck.
With an expression full of disbelief, his white robe fluttered like a torn banner, and a violet spray of blood burst from his halves, hot and crimson, even creating a blood mist from the immense vitality he possessed.
The two halves of his corpse slid apart with a wet, final thud.
Davis didn't move from his place. He flicked his hand, and the deathly scythe he summoned dispersed. He watched as the last thread of life drain from the bisected corpse, as well as the strange bundle of karma dispersed as well.
