Veylor's voice was breaking, turning into a wet, gargling whistle as his lungs filled with fluid. His eyes were wide, rolling back in his head, showing only the bloodshot whites as he stared into the abyss of his own demise.
Rex wasn't finished. He wanted the spectacle to be absolute.
He gathered a massive amount of gravitational energy into his palm, turning it into a dense, black sphere of crushing force.
VREEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"This is the end of the show, little bird!"
"BOOOOOOOOOM!"
He slammed the gravity sphere directly into Veylor's midsection. The sheer pressure didn't just bruise; it eviscerated.
The abdominal wall gave way with a sound like a wet sack of grain being struck by a sledgehammer.
THWACK SQUISH!
Intestines, slick and steaming in the cool air, were forced out of the gaping wound, spilling onto the blood-soaked stones.
SLITHER... SPLAT!
