It happened on a rainy night.
A man attacked a child in a narrow alley. Dozens of people passed by. Phones out. Cameras recording. Some laughed. Some whispered, "Someone else will help."
No one intervened.
Rayen stepped forward—not to save, but to judge.
The black energy within him erupted.
The man's swing froze in mid-air.
In a moment, the man was gone—erased as if he had never existed.
Passersby screamed.
Some fainted.
Some ran for their lives.
Rayen's golden eye glimmered.
His black eye pulsed.
"Humanity created me," he whispered.
"Now I will uncreate humanity."