Enzo watched as his butterflies, a magnificent swarm of colorful wings and graceful flight, responded instantly to his mental commands. They darted forward in perfect harmony, a synchronized display of nature's beauty and power. And above anything else, of horror as the sight of such things would probably make anyone faint.
The abomination, at the end of its grotesque transformation, seemed momentarily distracted by the sudden assault. Enzo could see the confusion in its twisted, contorted features. It never expected such an attack from a mere human.
The butterflies converged on the abomination, their delicate but razor-sharp wings slicing through the air with precision. As they drew nearer, their wings gleamed under the light of the moon, indicating that they were using their powers.
