The Original
Instead of red, the symbols covering the entire city were white, emanating a solemn light that replaced the oppressive heaviness with calmness and serenity.
But the Mayor thought these symbols were the work of his so-called Master.
He believed in his hope and fate, convinced they had succeeded, that he would finally meet his Master, become the sole ruler, and conquer everything in sight.
However, this was a false hope he should never have clung to. His dream shattered as Klown stared at the beggar in disbelief.
"It hurts, right?" Apollo asked with a smirk. "You should see your face."
With a snap of his fingers, water materialized and formed a mirror-like surface in front of the Mayor.
Klown's gaze was drawn to the mirror, where he saw his mangled and burned body. His once-massive stomach had burst from the fall, muscles had ruptured, and bones lay crushed. It was a wonder he was still alive.