Reign of Terror Part 2

"Little?" Raiden's voice cracked, disbelief etched across his face. He had faced evil countless times, but he was on an entirely different level—a force beyond comprehension, a nightmare made real.

"Yeah, just a little bit," he replied with a smirk, raising his hand and pinching the air as if to measure the scale of his destruction.

The gesture made it clear that obliterating Earth meant nothing more to him than flicking away a speck of dust.

"Why did you do this? Is it because you're angry with me? Then why not just kill me!" Raiden shouted, his voice raw with pain. He couldn't sense his children's lifeforce anymore—they were gone, lost in the explosion.

Reign touched his chin thoughtfully, a mocking grin forming on his face. His summons circled around him like a living shield, allowing him to toy with his father without a care, confident he wouldn't be caught off guard.