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Twack!
Jerouch's hand moved with lightning speed, a swift and precise gesture that seemed almost effortless.
In an instant, the air crackled with an invisible force, and the guard's neck twisted violently, his body crumpling to the ground like a discarded puppet.
The sickening sound of bones breaking echoed through the passage, a chilling testament to Jerouch's lethal prowess.
The lifeless guard lay motionless, his eyes still wide with shock and disbelief, forever frozen in the moment of his demise.
Jerouch swept his gaze over him, his expression unreadable, as if the act of snuffing out a life held no weight on his conscience.
It was a cold and calculated move, a display of power and dominance that sent a clear message to anyone who dared challenge him.
When Jerouch was questioning the guard a few seconds ago, he had already noticed the latter trying to attack him sneakily.