"...I can't believe you actually did it. You truly are a different breed, aren't you? All twenty-six legions--gone, just like that."
Commenting from above his obsidian tower, Halphas looked down at the bloodbath that took hold of the surface of the town. There the man in sable armor stood, standing atop the endless bodies of creatures from Hell itself.
Panting heavily, he could barely see past his blurry gaze, feeling his muscles ache and scream for him to stop moving; the sensation of endless knives digging into each nerve almost made him comply with the desires of his body.
"All that's left...is you…"
"That's right, human. You're so close now. The final stretch."
Removing himself from his elevated position, Halphas dropped back down onto the ground, still holding his subtle, yet confident expression as his crimson irises seemed overjoyed at the scenery before him.
"Though...It is a real waste of all the good material laid out for me."
