Earlier, Morax was in a good mood because he believed that no one in the world of Hestia would be able to challenge the forces under his command.
After he escaped from the Deadlands and became part of the Army of Destruction, he had gone to several worlds and put them into ruin.
Morax was even hoping that one of the worlds on the list given to him would be William's world, so he could get his revenge on the Half-Elf that had foiled his plans in the Deadlands. He believed that the next time he met the Half-Elf, he would be able to torture him until he begged for forgiveness.
His wish had indeed been granted. The world he was in right now, was William's homeworld. But, the scenario he had in mind was very different from the scenario that he found himself in at the moment.
"That person is dangerous," the giant where Morax was seated said with a serious expression on his face. "He is probably as strong as you, Your Excellency."
