Everyone was dead.
The world had ended.
Or so Damon assumed.
But when he raised his head again, he found himself standing between the Unknown God, who was possessing Ranar, and Doom, who was possessing Luna.
Damon was sure of it.
He had experienced the end of the world. He had felt everything being destroyed, felt the world itself collapse into darkness, and yet now he was standing here as though none of it had happened.
"Clearly, this isn't going to go anywhere the way things are, so why don't we establish some rules?" the Unknown God said to Doom.
She glanced at the God who was using the body of a child as his vessel. His expression remained calm, while Ranar's adorable face stared back at her. Doom wore her cold expression on Luna's tear-streaked face.
