Imagine how powerful someone like that would be. Someone who had been born on Earth before the Great space dragons war and survived it (cos his parents were very rich) he had come on Mars as one of the first humans… been enrolled at an awakening institute, gained super strength ability, rebelled against the institute with his gangs and won!
And now!, he the leader of the West!
For more than an CENTURY!
HE IS STILL ALIVE!
Tatehan felt a cold, seething anger coil in his chest. How he would love to kill that man. How he would love to make him suffer for every bit of pain and destruction he had caused. The thought was dark, violent, and deeply satisfying. He imagined cornering the Obscuron, pinning him down,cutting his dick off.
He imagined creative, brutal punishments, things that would make the man scream and beg and finally understand what it felt like to be on the receiving end of senseless cruelty.
