[Law of Darkness Assimilated: 47.001%]
Greg stood still, watching the last of the shadow slaves squirm helplessly in the grasp of his divine clones. All others had already been reduced to nothing more than residual dust and darkness.
Without wasting time, Greg opened his independent space with a flick of his fingers. A dark rift split open behind him, and from it stepped Void — the firstborn of the copycat race. The moment Void appeared, the oppressive atmosphere around the area shifted slightly, as if the very air recognized the anomaly that had stepped into the world.
"Here you go, buddy." Greg said with a smirk, gesturing casually to the immobilized shadow slave.
With an eerie silence, Void moved. There was no hesitation in its steps, no emotion in its gait. Its body — humanoid yet inhuman — glided across the field. Then, with one swift, clean motion, it bit into the shadow slave and swallowed it whole. There was no crunch, no struggle. Just silence and assimilation.
