He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he stared at the man who should've been defeated already.
There was an aura now, or rather, auras—layered over each other, pulsing out like waves.
"What's this?" Reign muttered under his breath. "You feel different."
The hero took a deep breath, fists clenching. His eyes glowed faintly. Voices echoed faintly behind his own breath.
"You're right," he said. "I carry more than just hope now. I carry every soul before me."
His body trembled, not from pain—but from the pressure of his new overwhelming power.
Reign raised his guard, but he still couldn't see how the hero had slipped behind him, moving as if friction didn't matter.
Reacting quickly, he tried to dodge, but a dark energy snaked around his legs, tightening like chains.
"Not good," Reign muttered, crossing his arms just in time to block a punch.
BOOOOM!
The force smashed through his defense, sending him flying dozens of kilometers. The impact shattered his two arms.
