Nightwing stood at the very bottom of the massive pit that was formed from the clash. The blood in him had decreased significantly than he originally had. The amount of energy that he consumed through the Champions and Commanders that had died in their cursed region had been used up and Nightwing now only had the strength of a Commander left.
But he kept glancing to the sky which was now revealed. The shroud of darkness and mist that once covered the castle had vanished.
Around Nightwing were the eight cores he used to attack Angelica in a meteoric fashion.
But it was all a diversion.
