Reign didn't immediately take the hand offered to him.
Instead, he paused, taking in his surroundings again and carefully observing the person standing before him.
Everything appeared real, and the Evil Monarch in front of him look like the real deal, but he couldn't shake the doubt in his heart.
Had he truly gone mad and imagined up all those experiences?
Summit City?
George?
Mellisa?
Cyril?
Wick?
And all the trials he endured to become stronger?
All the humans he had to kill and devoured to get stronger ?
Was it merely the dream of a young kid desperate to escape reality?
'No, I don't believe that,' he gritted his teeth in anger and frustration.
"Hey, stop pretending you're real," Reign's voice rang out coldly in the room, his expression contorted into a deranged glare.