The punch carried pure Netherlord force, its wind growled with the promise of distant thunder.
"Netherlord Dominating Fist!"
Fist and claw collided, the resulting boom muffled yet savage, like a drum struck inside a tomb. The crisp snap of breaking bone cut through the gloom.
Ghostshade shrieked, a thin, terrified note, while the infamous claws he trusted shattered under Neville's single, unstoppable fist, splintering like dead twigs beneath a storm boot.
The demon spun away like a severed kite, a ribbon of inky blood arcing behind him before his body slammed into the distant wall, ruining the stone and sliding down in a boneless heap. One punch, nothing more, had done all this.
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