Dozens of panels appeared around Follower once he stopped his chaotic run to face Stark, who was always somehow in his way no matter what.
[Do not engage! Do not fight! Only destruction! Only Chaos!]
Follower chuckled, his twisted grin widening as he read the commands.
"I already know, Master," he muttered. "But I am stronger than he is right now, meaning that our fight will create a massive amount of destruction."
"And what if I use Heaven's Spear to destroy your ugly face?" Stark gritted his teeth, so mad that it almost felt like he was about to explode.
"Then I'd thank you, Chosen. You'd do more damage to this city than I ever could." He laughed, the sound sharp and biting.
This was true, because if he was asked to cause havoc in the capital as a warning of the Godless Demon's arrival, then Stark's spear, which at minimal power could destroy a massive amount of buildings and kill hundreds of thousands of people, then it would be their victory.
