Bzz-
The dark energy in the shadowy figure's eyes suddenly surged. His expression changed as he sensed something.
But it was already too late. A tentacle shot out of Clown's shattered chest and wrapped around the entire Black Scythe. Within the flesh at its tip lay a faintly glowing fragment of condensed firstborn power, like the venomous sting of a scorpion's tail.
Everything happened in a flash.
The gap between their strength had never been great, and Clown's attack, trading injury for injury at such close range, caught the shadowy figure completely off guard. By the time he tried to react, it was too late.
The tentacle carrying the fragment of firstborn power instantly pierced through the gap beneath his pitch-black helmet, driving the fragment straight into his face.
Schlick-
A sharp piercing sound rang out.
Dazzling divine light erupted from the darkness beneath his helmet. A piercing howl seemed to come from within, and his limbs thrashed and writhed wildly, as though the firstborn power had inflicted endless agony on him.
Clown gripped his scythe tightly and sneered.
"How does that feel?!"
"After this thing wounded me, even ants far weaker than me could exploit and control me. You're strange, I'll grant you that, but however strange you are, you're still a being of chaos. This power suppresses and targets you just the same. You weren't expecting that, were you?! That a freak like me would still have a trick like this hidden inside!"
Schlick-
He drove the tentacle embedded in Nightmare's face even deeper.
Nightmare struggled incessantly, roaring madly. His form kept turning insubstantial as he tried to become dark vapor and escape, but the divine radiance of firstborn power constantly erupting beneath his helmet held him fast, leaving him unable to move an inch.
"Then let me