Ehiogie's smile faltered as a bottle crashed onto his head, and he turned to face the person with the guts, his expression twisted in disgust. Ozare's eyes widened in shock, stuttering, "Idara! B-but... you are!"
"Yea surprise!" She said before rushing to Vode's side, helping him up as he smiled weakly. "Get up, you're nothing like them," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "You're better."
Ozare's face contorted in rage, unleashing a torrent of metals against Vode and Idara. But the darkness returned, warping them away to safety, leaving Ehiogie to bear the brunt of the attack.
Ozare's eyes widened in horror as he realized his mistake. But before he could react, a gunshot rang out, and he felt a searing pain in his leg. He looked up to see a police unit storming in, their guns trained on him.
With a snarl, Ozare sent a wave of metals towards the officers. Ozare was skilled with his powers but he never really thought of what it would be like to be on the receiving end, the bullets were let out wildly, too numerous, too fast for him to control. Both ends receiving fatalities. The bullets rained down on him, and he stumbled, his power exhausted. He fell to his knees, defeated, his mind reeling in disbelief. "I don't understand...I'm supposed to be a god..."
As the officers closed in, Vode and Idara vanished into thin air, leaving behind no trail of their presence. The police unit surrounded Ozare, their guns still trained on him, as they awaited backup to take him into custody.
In the midst of the chaos, Ehiogie stumbled away, his powers spent, his body battered. And the clubhouse, once a symbol of power and control, now lay in ruins, a testament to the devastating consequences of unchecked ambition.