Fearless Spirit

Larfleeze looked at Starscream as if his heart had died.

He had long since ignored the Loki who had been thrown away. Staring blankly at the ring in Starscream's hand, he looked as though his father had died, his face filled with anguish.

"Mine! That is Larfleeze's ring! You despicable thief!"

Larfleeze was heartbroken. He felt that he had been terribly unlucky, unlucky his entire life. As far as he could remember, he had never enjoyed a good life since birth. The happiest days of his life had actually been spent wandering the stars as a petty thief...

He had hoped to seize the Orange Lantern Ring and change his tragic Destiny, but Starscream had snuffed out that hope.

To Larfleeze, the sight of Starscream holding the ring and taking the oath was undoubtedly a resounding slap across the face, leaving him seeing stars as his mind roared.

The master of the Orange Lanterns, who should have shone brilliantly in the Spectrum War, had been personally extinguished by one of Donnie's subordinates.

The master of the Orange Lanterns whom even the Guardians of Oa had to humbly negotiate with and compromise before was gone for good, barring any surprises.

And this had happened right in front of Larfleeze. In truth, the distance between Larfleeze and changing his fate against heaven had been only one Starscream...

Oh, perhaps Loki counted too, but he had long vanished from sight. The few drops of Frost Giant blood on the ground proved that a god had indeed been here moments ago.

Starscream kicked away a massive boulder blocking him. Somewhat regretfully, he glanced at the fleeing Loki and clicked his tongue. "Lucky you. Otherwise, I would have had my first Orange Lantern Soldier."

Killing Loki and then using the Orange Lantern Ring to perfectly