Death of the Fallen Angel
The Shadow Monument boss chamber was quiet.
Way too quiet.
The only thing people outside of it could hear were the slow footsteps of Judicator as he headed toward his display to rest: he couldn't deny the battle against Stark put a toll on him.
Behind him, Stark stood up, a wide smile on his face although he was completely serious on the inside.
'Heh~ not as hard and painful as my accounting exam back then,' he shrugged, even finding the time to joke in such a situation.
Although Stark was revived thanks to his [Chosen One] talent, it didn't mean he didn't feel anything, actually, it was the total opposite: he was in constant pain.
But it was only physical, his mental fortitude too strong to succumb to such things.
"Clone Frenzy!" wind blew through his hair as he calmly lifted his arms and summoned his clones beside him.