Today, blood rained from the sky. Every drop of blood sank deep into the land, drenching the world in the arrogance and anguish of the fighters.
Ibadon, holding Memphis's neck in his hand, had flashbacks.
Those memories flashed like the scar of an ugly wound.
Although not even close to the scale, this place reminded him of the day he and Noel clashed.
That experience of that day was burned into his mind as though Noel had burned it into his mind.
Maybe.
There was a reason Ibadon had his body completely covered in this humanoid form.
His lion-dragon hybrid form could hide the scars and burns, but this human form could not hide them.
For those injuries, we're as immortal as Noel had been.
As Ibadon witnessed the flashes and explosions from the corner of his extremely clear vision, the scene overlapped with that fateful day.
And it vexed him, it annoyed this abomination to no end.
