"You could not do any damage to me with the help of the Fox Goddess," Doom's voice reverberated through the vacuum of space, its body bearing no marks from the numerous palm strikes that Taranis had landed upon it. "Do you think you can do anything alone?"
Taranis, whose body was covered in a thick, bright aura serving as a substitute for oxygen, replied in a calm tone, his voice travelling through the vacuum by means of Soulforce.
"Who said I am alone?
Come forth, Shadow Legion!"
At Taranis's command, the space behind him distorted before tearing open into a dark, cloud-filled dimension. From within, several figures emerged one after another, all of whom Doom instantly recognised.
The Assassin King, Alaric.
Ragnar, the Centaur.
Orion, the Mage.
The Leviathan of Death.
