62 62: Child of Prophecy!

Then, with a flick of his finger, Val commenced the onslaught, which he also presided over.

Whoosh!

Like a flock of lethal birds of prey, the blood bullets shot forward, each guided by Val's unwavering will.

The Greyhounds, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, found themselves devoid of any opportunity to react. A soft whistling cut through the forest's ambience as the bullets closed in on their targets. Then, with a deadly elegance, the bullets drilled through the back of their heads, tunneling with merciless efficiency.

Puchi!

A sickening squelch echoed through the clearing as each bullet emerged from the front of the greyhounds' heads, carrying with it a grisly rain of blood and brain matter. The grisly projectiles plopped onto the forest floor, leaving a disturbing and gut-wrenching trail in their wake.

Thud!