Bane, clad in black armor, radiated absolute majesty and an irresistible sense of oppression. He was no frenzied tyrant, but a cold and calculating one.
There were no angels or devils serving him around his throne.
A tyrant through and through, Bane trusted neither people nor things. He believed only in himself.
His black helmet bore a crown of upward-pointing spikes. Every so often, a faint glint flashed across it, sending a chill through anyone who saw it.
His pauldrons rose high, and a blood-red cape hung behind him, a symbol of bloodshed and forced rule.
The most distinctive feature of all, and the one remembered by countless creatures, was the iconic black iron gauntlet on his right hand.
Throughout the Divine World, Bane was known as the Black Fist.
The title came from his artifact-grade Black Iron Gauntlet. The gauntlet held a portion of Bane's Authority and possessed the power to wield Tyranny and Fear.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The clanging of the Black Iron Gauntlet against the Skull Throne plainly betrayed the anxiety in Bane's heart.
Only when a faint ripple appeared and settled into his armor did Bane's unconscious movements finally stop.
"The price we've paid this time is far too high. We have to wipe out the God of Dominion in one fell swoop, or we'll be in trouble!" Bane muttered from within the armor.
From the very moment Green ascended to godhood, Bane had begun plotting how to strike against him.
A direct fight offered little hope. As a deity with an Authority of the same kind, Bane could clearly sense that he was no match for Green.
The suppression of his Authority would leave him struggling to keep up.
And so, the idea of joining forces with other deities of the Evil Alignment to oppose