Ra's breath came in ragged gasps. His body trembled as his vision blurred, the world around him fading into a haze.
However, he could still hear his evil version talking.
That mocking, condescending voice.
"You're fucking weak."
Forcing himself to speak, he choked out, "W… Why are you doing this?"
A low chuckle escaped Reign's throat. "Because I love it. What else am I supposed to do with all this power? Play hero? Save people?"
Ra clenched his fists. Reign possessed the power to save lives, and he chose to be a monster.
It was unfair—unforgivable—how he wasted his strength on destruction.
"What happens after you destroy everything? Will you just live in isolation your whole life? That's a really lonely path," Ra spat, a hint of defiance filled his words.
