Viola could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Not just the fact that Ezekiel was here, but the expression he was wearing. It was the first time she had ever seen Ezekiel carry such an angry and terrifying look while he was confronting the monster.
His usual calm and composed demeanor had shattered, replaced by a fierce, almost feral intensity that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes burned with a dangerous fire, and his grip on the scythe tightened as if it were an extension of his own wrath.
The creature, the Sphinx, had no chance to scream before the scythe plunged deeper into its head, piercing through with brutal movement.
The monster's massive form convulsed as blood and brain matter splattered, and its limbs twitched uncontrollably.
