Sythen's body crashed into the ruined earth with a heavy thud, blood spraying across the shattered ground. The Curse Lord, one of the feared Seven Deadly Sins was left beaten beyond recognition, her body trembling, her mind fractured. The arrogance that once shaped her every expression was gone, replaced by the hollow stare of someone broken and terrified.
All because of him.
Kaen.
He was no longer the Kaen they knew. No longer a warrior, no longer human. What stood there now was something else entirely. The Voidborn.
His wings, blackened and warped, hissed with flames that were not fire but a twisted void. He grabbed Sythen by the throat, lifting her effortlessly, before hurling her aside like she was nothing more than a useless doll. Her body vanished into the rubble, discarded and forgotten.
Slowly, his head turned. His burning eyes fixed themselves on one man
Khael Corzedar.
