The bastard stood over the crumpled body of the dead hero as steam and heat emanated from his skin, his power being forced to overdrive to compensate for his overreliance on his power.
"Guess I showed you how to properly use a life, eh?" the proclaimed bastard scoffed. "You might think my life has lost value because I can use it to infinity, but it's actually the most valuable, because I can use it as currency to buy any outcome I want."
The morning sun spilled through the shattered skylight above, slicing the dusty air with gold. The mall was silent now—no screams, no clash of steel, no frantic breath. Just footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoing through the blood-slick tiles.
He walked.
