Zheng Qing now stood alone before the King in Yellow.
Aside from a conjured charm gun, he had no other measures of significant threat at his disposal.
Even if that charm gun were loaded to the brim with blood symbol bullets, leaving aside how many shots he could even fire with his abilities, the power of those blood symbol bullets alone would likely be insufficient to blast apart this avatar of Hastur in a single strike.
A futile effort to provoke such a being.
Of course, Zheng Qing could also choose self-destruction.
But self-destruction wasn't something he could trigger at will. The last time an accidental explosion occurred, it had been due to the combined effects of extreme emotional turmoil, a seal breaking right at its critical point, and numerous other conditions aligning. In the aftermath, he had cautiously tried to recapture that feeling, but it always eluded him.
The hem of the yellow robe swayed before his eyes, unsteady and elusive.
