As the last looper collapsed to the ground, panting but free, the dark energy evaporated into the sky. Asmodeus stood over the center of the breach, watching the purple mist dissipate.
Asmodeus did not flinch. He slowly reached behind his back and drew his weapon, his Ocular back bling shifting and dilating as it tracked every target in the vicinity. Fortnite Asmodeus Skin
"They are puppeted," Callisto whispered, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. As the last looper collapsed to the ground,
Asmodeus looked up at the sky where the Rift once hung. "Let them test us. We have guarded the dark corners of reality for eons. Whether it is the Storm, the Zero Point, or something worse, we are the enforcers of the Rite. And we do not fail." He slowly reached behind his back and drew
With a flick of his wrist, he holstered his weapon, ready to hunt whatever dared to cross over next.
The storm did not bother Asmodeus. To him, the swirling violet tempests of the Island felt less like a threat and more like home.