Arthur's laughter echoed with chilling contempt as he watched the Empyrean, the once-imposing tyrant, scrabbling desperately towards the shimmering fissure. It wasn't the laughter of triumph, but a raw, mocking testament to the absurdity of the man's fall from grace.
"Look at the mighty Empyrean of Yalen!" Arthur's voice boomed over the chaotic battlefield. "Master of time, collector of worlds... reduced to a mewling cur, seeking refuge in a stolen corner of reality!"
He took a slow, deliberate step forward. Each footfall was a miniature earthquake, sending waves of fear through the remnants of the Yalen army and the dazed survivors trapped within the astral cage. "You, who twisted fate, who devoured worlds, cannot even face your death with dignity!"
