Ren stared down at the weeping handless Demon King kissing his boots.
The sight disgusted him profoundly.
This creature was nothing but a cowardly, traumatized bully hiding behind spatial tricks.
'And unfortunately for him… I hate bullies very much.'
Ren slowly reached toward his left hand as he activated his storage ring.
A flash of blue light illuminated the rain as a fresh pristine longsword materialized perfectly into his right hand.
The blade featured a flawless unblemished edge, gleaming coldly in the stormy night.
Ren gripped the hilt with both hands. He raised the pristine longsword high above his right shoulder.
He summoned Starfire for the final time.
FWOOSH!
A massive roaring pillar of blinding Starfire ignited along the blade.
The divine flame surged upward, extending above and Malakor looked up at the towering pillar of white-hot fire with his abyssal eyes reflecting his absolute doom.
He wept harder with his broken jaw flapping uselessly.
