Alicarde materialized on the roof of a skyscraper, the cool night breeze brushing against his hood. The city below was alive with chaos—helicopter lights crisscrossed the dark sky, some belonging to the press, all searching the roads for the mysterious hooded reaper who had just wreaked havoc.
The hum of engines and the wail of distant sirens filled the air, creating a tense, charged atmosphere.
Malefica stood before him, her eyes sharp and cold as they bore into him. She was clearly not pleased with his display of power. The coldness in her gaze made it clear that she wasn't in the mood for excuses.
"What did you just do?" she demanded, her voice laced with restrained fury, though she already knew the answer.
Alicarde smiled, his expression hidden beneath his hood. "What? No one died, as promised."