A mischievous smile played on Shen Feng's face as he watched Mexico City petrify in the distance. A genuine sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
It was the satisfaction of destruction and ruin, like popping the bubbles on bubble wrap, crushing cookies in a tin, or toppling a meticulously arranged line of dominoes.
Destructive's voice came again:
"We are the same. This desire for destruction and ruin is buried deep in your heart. One day, it will burst forth, and you will understand what true happiness is, what the meaning of existence is..."
After a pause, he continued:
"The meaning of existence is destruction. The meaning of survival is death!"
Destructive's voice carried a seductive, corrupting tone. He clearly wanted to stoke Shen Feng's inner desire for destruction and pull him over to his side.
Shen Feng let out a dry laugh, shook his head, and said:
