He ran, and as he ran a tank shell raced after him. It struck him in the spine and exploded.

  All fifty feet of him flew forward under the impact. He slammed down hard, crushing a car beneath him like a soda can. He tried to stand, but his legs would not work. He twisted his massive reptilian head and stared at the bottom half of Dragon, twisted, skewed, attached now only by skin and viscera.

  And liquid fire spilled from his split gut, bubbling out like a volcano.

  No! No! He couldn’t die like this. He couldn’t die with the whole world thinking . . . but his mind . . . his thoughts . . . the Dark Watchers . . . No . . .

  He felt the light of his mind flicker and fade.

  He formed one last, desperate thought.

  De-morph!

Villain, Chapter 28