The Stronger One Part 3

"Alright, I'll humor you," His lips curled into a twisted smile.

He began flying upward, eager to finish what he had started. His father would be crushed at his full power, and the satisfaction would be sweeter when he did it.

The Evil Monarch followed, knowing full well that there was little to no chance for a proper conversation. 

He had no choice but to subdue him—or kill him. From their brief exchange, it was clear that his son was a complete psychopath, someone with no remorse whatsoever.

The thought of such a person wielding so much power was terrifying. He was, without a doubt, the worst kind of being to possess this kind of strength.

And he was not wrong. Reign was so crazy that the moment he returned home, his first thought was to destroy it.

That was simply who he was.

When they reached outer space, both of them locked eyes. At their level of power, neither of them needed to breathe.