Leviathan had lost himself, just for a moment, swallowed by the bliss of his own masterwork, his attention turned inward to savor the feast of emotions rising from the city below.
And in that exact moment, that single unguarded heartbeat, Emperor Melvin had moved.
He had struck the Curse Bearer and, worse, carried it directly into the heart of Leviathan's own army.
'Fucking cockroach.'
The curse tore through his mind as he split the fabric of reality and crossed the distance in a matter of heartbeats, the space shrieking apart around him as he moved.
But by then the damned Emperor had already plunged deep into the demon forces, and white flames were erupting from his body like a volcano finally breaking open, gushing forth in their immense and unrestrained fury, washing over everything around him in waves of scorching, annihilating light.
