The figure wearing Raze's body floated down to the destroyed street, crimson eyes sweeping across the devastation with expression that mixed amusement and contempt. Power radiated from it in waves, presence so overwhelming that reality itself seemed to bend in acknowledgment.
"Fragment," the layered voice said conversationally, speaking to no one in particular. "Only a fragment of what I once was, diluted through this weak vessel. And yet..."
It touched ground, feet settling onto cracked cobblestones with gentleness that belied the power contained within. Then it took one step forward.
Thud.
The sound wasn't loud, barely more than the whisper of a foot meeting stone. But both Gunn and Alex felt it reverberate through their bodies like someone had struck a massive drum inside their chests. The vibration traveled through bone and muscle, bypassing physical defense to touch something deeper.
