"You're going to let them all die?" A voice echoed in Reign's head as he stared at what was going on.
"Didn't you make yourself a promise, didn't you say that you would never let a comrade die again?"
"And look, some died already, and now, Mia is going to die as well, your comrade, she's going to die, she's going to get crushed into a pulp, and you won't be able to even hold a funeral for her."
"Poor Reign, never strong enough to do what needs to be done, always being forced to watch others die."
"Are you sure that's fine with you?"
Reign's eyes had turned bloodshot at this point.
He was once again relieved about what happened back in Doncaster, back when he saw the captain of the orc team stab through Adam's heart just as he had arrived to save him.
The anger he felt back then was back. His Nephilim form started changing.
Light was gone and the cavern became dimmer than before.
His wings turned pitch-black, both of them.
