The two figures stood amidst the devastation, the air heavy with death and despair.
Stark, his aura crackling with crimson energy, locked eyes with Follower, who floated in the air, his dark wings spreading wide like a vulture ready to feast.
Follower's grin widened as he cut off the chains binding his legs, "You really don't get it, do you? You can't win. I don't even need to kill you right now. I can just leave you to wallow in your failure."
"..." Stark didn't respond, and seeing his nonchalance, Follower lost his composure a little.
He raised a hand.
Dark energy coalesced around him as dozens of star-shaped projectiles formed in the sky.
It was one of his newly gained abilities.
[Nightmare Stars: Makes dozens of star projectiles fall from the sky, destroying everything.]
The stars began to rain down, each one a harbinger of destruction.
Buildings crumbled instantly under their weight, reduced to rubble and dust.
