"...Come! Your final chapter will be written by my hands today!"
"..."
Still pointing at himself, Sakaar turned slowly toward Robin, as if seeking confirmation about what was happening.
In response, Robin burst into loud laughter. "Yes, he is talking to you. Go on, let him write your final chapter." But his gaze wasn't on Sakaar, nor even on Pythor—it was scanning elsewhere... Jabba had disappeared since the battle began!
"Whew~," Sakaar sighed, rising quietly to his feet and shaking his head. "What more do I need to do to earn a little respect around here? How frustrating."
Shhhhhh—
A dark, oppressive aura began seeping from Sakaar's body. Heavy and palpable, it was as if blood vaporized into a crimson mist, reeking of the stench of millions of decomposing corpses. "Come, write my final chapter then."
"Hm?" Pythor gripped the armrest of his chair tightly. This creature was dangerous!
