"I shouldn't have underestimated that whore" he panted while his voice barely whispered in the silence of the space.
His vision began to blur, dark spots dancing before his eyes. The fear that gripped his heart. He thought himself invincible, yet here he was reduced to a helpless, moving mass of broken flesh.
As his body was flying and spinning endlessly in the void, it began to disintegrate. Small pieces of his flesh and bone flaked off and shone like eerie stars across the vast expanse.
He really didn't expect a girl he considered weak to hide such strength
His limbs stiffened and split like brittle twigs under the brutal cold. The once powerful villain has become a terrible, mutilated specter, drifting further and further away from the world he sought to control.
The last coherent thought that ran through his mind was a mixture of anger and horror. He was sorry
Why ? Why did he do that? Wouldn't it be better to just ignore everything and focus on getting stronger?
