Finally, they had done it.
Knelt forward, still a head taller than me, he was there, drenched in sweet, rain and blood. His sunburn skin still looks like roasted bread, with his big mussels making him look like a Greek god, even with the head size hole in his chest.
To think that he would do something like that for what he calls a "Greater Good" it was insane. Now with the surrounding area of buildings completely gone, it was a miracle that the entire Brockton Bay was not destroyed.
The entire Protectorate division here needed to fight him, together with the rest of what is left of E88, Bakuda, Oni Lee, the Undersiders and the Triumvirate, but they have done it, they have killed him.
Sherars erupted from the E88, followed with Bakuda laugh manically (not like she could laugh any other way,) followed by almost everyone in the Protectorate letting out a sigh of relief.
Lisa was still looking att him to see if he was going to try another trick like he had done before, but after a while she to let out a sigh of relief from vat i guess is her power telling her he was dead. And for me, it felt surreal to think about, he was dead, it was done, we saved everyone. It didn't feel real, we had done the impossible and killed-
"Ahhh, Free att last..."
Dead silences was surrounding the battlefield, thinking it was just something that they imagined. But no, that's not possible he was dead...
"O, Enemies of me. My body has failed me, but my SOUL still remains..."
Looking towards the body, i see what looks something like a green transparent hand pulling itself out of the body's hole that runs through the chest, but there was nothing that was on the other side. Now with both hands pulling the... thing out of his body, it stands straight and looks att us.
"Now, I'm curious about your skills against me in this form, And so, before I tear down the cities and CRUSH the Eye of Heaven and the Man of Gold... You all shall do as an appetizer. Come forth, Children of Men and Gold… And DIE."
And with the Being looking att us, with a hole in it's chest, and no face, i know without a thought that it was him, that it was...
Henry Adams - The FirstMan
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