So the Stars deemed him worthy of regaining his powers. He could have gotten them back at any time, but now that the Stars were in trouble, they seem more than willing to return his strength to him. If he had time to process any of this, he might have been more angry. But his apparent allies have turned against him, flooding the city with monsters--many unfamiliar, but some not. He has no time to even question why they’ve decided to bring in these old enemies, ghosts from his past he’d thought long gone. At least he knows they aren’t the real deal--the whispers he used to hear from Black Doom are still missing.
Fake or not, this facsimile is still as strong as he remembers. He leaps into the air to deliver a swift kick to Black Doom’s face, only to be slapped away with a scaly hand. That in itself didn’t hurt much--what packed a punch was the wave of dark energy that was thrown at him before he could recover. It sent him flying through a window and into a wall, leaving him groaning before he glanced over and noticed there was someone here already. Seeking shelter maybe? In any case, he needs a second to rest.
He groans, starting to stagger to his feet. Green blood runs down his temple and down his side, and he grits his teeth as he speaks. “...You might want to get out of here.”
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