Eve stood before him, the Necrosword drawn from the vanished monster core. The black glow along its blade shone brighter than before.
Because the Necrosword had devoured the monster's power—the power of a collective consciousness composed of over ten thousand Symbiote individuals—it had absorbed it all.
Eve could feel that energy flowing through her body.
It was not an external invasion, nor was it corrosion. It was fusion.
The Necrosword was converting the devoured energy into a form she could accept, injecting it into her body and strengthening every cell.
For an instant, her dark brown eyes turned black. Her black hair drifted in the energy field, and every inch of her skin radiated a soft black glow.
"You..." Tyrant's voice squeezed out from between his cracked lips, hoarse and weak, like the last candle flame in the wind.
"You devoured my power... my Symbiotes... my... everything..."
Eve looked at him, her dark brown eyes returning to their original color.
"The Necrosword needs to feed. You are its food."
She raised her sword.
Tyrant stared at the sword in her hand, at the black light flowing from its blade.
At the weapon that had once belonged to his creator, but now belonged to someone else—and was more powerful than he was.
A flash of fury crossed his white eyes.
"Knull... will find you..." Tyrant said. "He... will... kill... you..."
"Mm, I'll be waiting for him!" Eve sneered and nodded as her sword fell.
Tyrant's body was sliced diagonally from shoulder to waist by the Necrosword.
His body split in two beneath the blade. The halves fell to either side, turning into black smoke as they dropped, then scattering in the wind.
Nothing remained.
Tyrant, leader of the Symbiotes, had vanished.
Every Symbiote in Manhattan collapsed at the very instant he