Donnie looked down upon the Omniverse, analyzing the entirety of American Comics. This domain, which stood above the Omni-Four and touched upon the ultimate, was utterly fascinating.
"The ultimate of omnipotence."
Donnie shook his head slightly. Then his expression shifted as he turned to look in a certain direction.
"OAA has left. You finally couldn't hold yourself back... you lowly beast."
Donnie chuckled softly, his laughter icy cold.
If OAA had wanted something from him and used relatively gentle methods, then Great Darkness was an extremist through and through. This vile beast had intended to slowly drag Donnie into the darkness. With every slight tug, Great Darkness could analyze a little more of Donnie, until it eventually pulled his entire being into the darkness and made him part of it.
It had been a fine plan. But first, it had not expected Donnie to obtain the incredibly powerful Reality Controller from OAA's faction. Second, it had never expected Donnie to truly reach the ultimate.
Donnie sneered. He had no intention of easing the conflict with this monstrous beast. On the contrary, he intended to ignite it with his own hands.
"A lowly beast actually dared to bite at its master. That's funny, isn't it? In response, I ought to pounce on this beast and bite back the parts I lost."
Donnie stared in a certain direction—the direction where all the darkness of American Comics had gathered—and spoke with a cold sneer.
When a person was bitten by a dog, in principle, they should not bite back. They should first go home, grab a stick or a brick, then return and beat the dog to death. That was the proper way.
But Donnie refused to do that. He was straightforward. If a beast bit him, then no matter what, he would