It will be a while before the cackling is noticeable, but once the glowing Kevs have come together to charge at the still-quite-standing Apocalypse, it will be hard to miss. Their bodies are already starting to crumble to dust as they get to him, hands reaching for him.
And the mad, pained laughter turns to screams as the orange light presses past the metal of the weakened Apocalypse's accessories..
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