Shouldn’t speak
The cycle of suffering continued for the Sapient Infection Canzer.
Each time it cloned itself into thousands and thousands more, Atlan's skeletal body with the strength of a Pre-Intern Savior emanated an intense frost that froze everything that came into contact with him.
With the thousands of clones frozen and unable to move their bodies, Atlan unleashed the aura of an Angel with his pure white wings.
The added pressure from the Canzer's weakness was enough to push them over to their death. Their minds chose to destroy their bodies rather than stay even one second in close proximity to the holiness of Atlan's Angel Wings.
As the tens of thousands of clones shattered into chitinous particles, the lone Sapient Canzer watching everything unfold from a distance felt the pain that all the clones experienced.
It wailed on the ground, thrashing and flailing its whole body to try and free itself from the torment in its mind.