"Leave me this one. I can't let you finish my own work", he added before walking slowly toward the raging Thol'Yr.
The angelic entity had now turned devilish, with grounded teeth that revealed a step of sharp canines and a gaze that made the soul of a mortal extinguish with one glance.
Thol'Yr felt that he had lost face in front of the weak earthling, the view of his destroyed feathered wings made him fume with an intense rage. He felt as though all of the self-respect he felt toward himself was stolen by the red-haired man. And that only through the process of killing the man in front of him, and ending the life of every citizen of this backwater town, would he finally be able to lay at ease and recover.
