As the explosion subsided, a figure emerged from the smoke and debris. It was humanoid in shape, but its features were twisted and dark, shrouded in a cloak of corruption. The entity floated above the ground, its eyes glowing with malevolent energy.
Reign stood ready, his weapons drawn as he stared at the figure, fully prepared to face this new threat. The entity spoke, its voice echoing with a sinister resonance.
"Ah, a Nephilim."
"I must admit, I did not expect to meet one of your kin in this world, after all, you are quite … rare in the universe." The entity said, his face looking similar to the enemy leader, but his voice and mannerisms proved to be very different.
"I see, you have broken that poor bastard a long time ago, haven't you?" Aethion asked as he suddenly appeared next to Reign, his body looking incredibly realistic even though he was just an avatar created using mana and soul power.
