Death Reverence dropped from the sky onto the earth, creating an enormous valley. However, the fall damage or the environmental catastrophe he had created was the least of his problems. After the pain subsided, he realized a mark had appeared on his forehead: a third eye composed entirely of small strings.
"W-What did you do to me?" Death Reverence asked as he watched Wang Wei slowly land in front of him. "Why am I losing my connection to the Lord?"
"It's called the Mark of Freedom. I'm not too fond of the name or the design, but in fairness, I didn't have much time."
"Mark?"
"As I said before, it's quite unoriginal, but a classic is a classic for a reason," Wang Wei smiled.
"What does it do?" Death Reverence roared.
"It's called the Mark of Freedom — what do you think it does?"
