"But if I did, the time I have to invest in this game will be terse. I want to be entertained to the fullest."
All the while Avarhatus was ruminating, the smoke around him was becoming even darker. It was absorbing all the light that it could, nearly creating a black hole replica in the air. It was fortunate that it didn't have the same properties as the vacuum of a void. If it did, the mortal realm would have been long gone from existence.
However, that was not something that Avarhatus' opponents should be grateful for. It was for the reason that the smoke surrounding the Prince would be the nightmare of its enemies. Once an individual made contact with the smoke, even with a mere particle in a fraction of a second, they would be decimated into ashes in no time. And lamentably, that included their soul core, preventing them from reincarnating into their next life.
