The Executioner emerged within Anthony's soul space, his presence manifesting like a shadow carved from malice itself.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
He had arrived in a tranquil realm, a vast, ethereal plane adorned with colossal pillars that extended endlessly into the horizon.
His gaze sharpened, flickering with intent as he began his search for Anthony's soul, eager to extinguish it and consume its essence.
By devouring Anthony's soul, he hoped to unearth the secrets buried within and perhaps even inherit fragments of Anthony's abilities.
Then his eyes halted, frozen by the presence that now held his undivided attention.
His gaze had settled upon a figure seated in quiet dominion, exuding an authority so absolute it felt capable of commanding the very fabric of the universe.
Romulus.
With the slow grace of a sovereign unbothered by time, Romulus lifted an eyelid and regarded the Executioner with a faint, knowing smile.
