Dark Crow stood atop the ruins of the once-glorious Solaria Sanctum, basking in the power that now coursed through his veins. He looked down at his hands, feeling the immense strength of two Kingdom-Class warriors pulsing beneath his skin. But as he reveled in his newfound power, a familiar presence made him pause.
He looked up.
There, floating in the sky above, bathed in an ethereal light, was Maris, the Saint. Her pink hair shimmered under the sun's rays, and her piercing blue eyes stared down at him.
The crow's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "The Saint herself," he whispered, his voice carrying a dangerous excitement. "Finally. It's time to taste the blood of a saint."
Maris descended slowly, her expression calm despite the overwhelming darkness that surrounded the ruins of the sanctum. "Crow," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of the world, "You've taken too many lives. This ends now."
