Kong closed his eyes. Even though no one blamed him, he took responsibility for the destruction of the automobile factory.
He could have done more. If he had just reinforced the walls with better materials, if he had incorporated a little bit more defenses, if he had warnings and extinguishers in place, he could have prevented this entire thing from happening.
Boss Michael entrusted this job to him. And he failed. Plain and simple. Because of his mistake, Rebornians could have died. His allies and friends were hurt!
He had to be better.
And in that moment, he felt something inside him stir.
Michael felt the change in the air. He looked down at his feet, his shadow inventory having been summoned of its own will.
The GodForge pieces were knocking, begging to be let out. He let them.
The tenebrous hole in the ground began spitting out flaming white flaming stars.
