The axe cleaved through Alex, slicing him clean in half.
A perfect, brutal cut with powerful force
BOOM!
A shockwave erupted, tearing through the battlefield, ripping apart the air itself.
It barreled forward, slamming into a ruined building in the distance—
KRA-KOOM!
The entire structure detonated, debris scattering like shrapnel.
Khan—the gigantic gnoll—stood tall, his massive battle axe raised.
He huffed, exhaling a deep, guttural breath.
That should have been enough.
But then—he frowned.
Something was wrong.
Because the split Alex… turned his head.
With a grin.
And then—His body dispersed into a blur.
Like mist.
Like an illusion.
THUD.
Khan's ears twitched.
He looked down.
And saw his arm—his entire right arm—the one gripping his axe—
Was on the ground.
Severed.
Still clutching the weapon in lifeless fingers.
For a long, frozen second—Khan just stared at it.
Then—he chuckled.
A low, rumbling growl, almost amused.
He turned, slowly, deliberately—
