He was drenched in his own sweat. A sight once thought impossible— an invincible creature brought low. But you had done it. Somehow, impossibly, you had made him tremble.

He stared down at his hand, slick and trembling. Slowly, he curled it into a fist-a weak, wavering thing that lacked its usual confidence— power.

“What the hell…” He whispered harshly, his head snapping to your direction. Some strands of his golden hair stuck to his temples. “That’s not—“ He stutterer out of fear. “They’re— it can’t be—”

His breathing was errectic, every breath was a reminder that his world has changed.

He was untouchable, feared. A single look for him made the strongest shudder. No one had ever looked down— or dared to on him.

Things have changed. There’s bigger fish.