Atlan stared down at the Basilisk with a cold gaze.
With the power of the pure Angels in his wings, and the power of death coursing through his veins, Atlan was now a creature no one had ever seen before. He was both angel and devil, pure and monstrous.
The Basilisk thought it had come across a large clump of death energy ready to be consumed. But as it turned out, it was only a lure for him to be face to face with the very personification of death itself. Only he would end up as nourishment for this deathly demigod.
The Basilisk immediately spat out a cloud of poisonous smoke. He knew that this wouldn't have worked, but its only purpose was to distract Atlan enough for it to escape.
But of course, Atlan didn't get tricked by such things. He could see all kinds of death energy in the world, which meant that Canzers who emanate death would be visible to Atlan at all times. There was no hiding from him.
