"Your hero?" Derek burst into a mocking laughter and poked at the boy's forehead, healing all his wounds.
"I'm not your hero, boy. I'm no one's hero. If you want a hero, you have to become your own. That's what I did."
Despite the Void's cruel tone, the boy felt sadness and compassion in his voice. Even amid all that chaos and mayhem, the boy noticed his dislocated shoulder didn't hurt anymore.
"Please-"
"It's nice hearing you finally admit it, brother." A pillar of darkness the size of a car descended from the sky, hitting both the Void and the boy. "I've always known you were just pretending to be good.
"Now finally everyone will know I was right all along!"
As the Horseman of Night descended from the sky on top of his steed, fear reached a new height and the citizens of Zeska screamed like Mogar was going to end.
