The wind shifted as Reign stepped past the shattered trees.
Smoke still lingered in the air from the last clash, but did not care at all.
He reached a clearing where the energy was denser.
To his surprise, the battle had already ended, and the city lay in ruins.
Weirdly enough, no corpses remained in the area, and his summons were nowhere to be found.
They didn't return to him, which meant their essence were completely annihilated.
It was surprising, since only a few people could do that. Like Lucifer with his black flames.
A figure that gave off heavy negative energy stood in the center.
It was Kang, or at least what was left of him.
Twelve feet tall. His skin had changed—no longer flesh, but a mass of tightly coiled black vines, layered like muscle.
They twitched with every breath. His face looked almost human, but too smooth, too perfect—like bark stretched over bone.
And his eyes… deep red, glowing faintly behind a veil of spiraling roots.
