For a sharp second, Selenia froze, and Crovax's blade found home. As the angel shattered like glass, Crovax felt his mind collapse—the curse had been fulfilled. His soul snared by an angel’s curse, Crovax twisted heroism into its purest shadow. Crovax’s rage was horrifying. Within moments only blood and shreds of flesh remained of the shapeshifter.

“They killed my family to deny me a future. They fed on my ancestors to deny me a past.”
—Crovax