Thor and Oswald stopped in their flight, their bodies shuddering for a split second.
"What is the meaning of this? You said he was human." The Wind Emperor looked at the ashen face of the Thunder Emperor.
"He... He was..." Thor did not know whether to believe himself or the monster standing before him now.
There he was. The same face, a similar smell, but... he had their features: horns, wings, scales, tail, and an aura that pressed against their blood.
"Surprised?" Max smirked. "I don't blame you. I'd likely wear the same expression if our sides were flipped."
From his claw, a long black void blade manifested, the air bending around its edge as if reality itself was being pulled into it.
"You've... changed a lot." Thor's confidence began to crack. Something screamed at him to run, to hide, to submit, something deep inside his blood. But his pride refused to bend.
"This despicable human... he stole our bloodline..." The Wind Emperor finally understood what was going on.
