Embedded into the walls of the Hall, Xie seemed frozen in time, his mind unable to compute the fact that anyone had managed to even touch him.
Across all his short life, no one, not even his father, a man feared by all Overlords of existence, had managed to touch or injure him.
He didn't know or care about what mysterious ability Orion had used to be able to see through him or touch him but it wouldn't happen again.
Suddenly, his aura compressed and purified as he let the vastness of his power seep into every crevice of his existence.
An aura of pure destruction, sin and evilness hung around him as his gaze became colder than anything Orion had ever seen before.
From the very depths of his soul, Orion felt as if Xie had become the nemesis of all that existed, an existence whose sole purpose was to destroy, corrupt and spread chaos.
