Curtain Fall

In the utterly desolate world, only two people stood facing each other. The atmosphere became unbearably awkward, sinking into instant dead silence. The Spectre's face darkened with rage, shifting between light and shadow as his killing intent surged. Donnie looked at him with a sneer and casually spread his hands. "You're a joke, Spectre—the first Spirit of Vengeance in history to be locked inside the Speed Force Prison." "You successfully took out one of my avatars, hahaha!