After asserting control over the horde, Damien issued a stern command for a multi-pronged assault on the dwarf who wielded a staff. The resounding cacophony of the beasts' roars and leaps reverberated throughout the vicinity, creating tremors in the earth beneath.
This spectacle did little to dishearten Ashbee; instead, he offered genuine words of praise. "Oh, Great Sage Darhk, I am astounded by your newfound skill in taming these creatures. It can even erase my blood marks and replace them with something else. But fear not, for our battle has only just begun." With these words, he raised his enchanted staff and commenced a peculiar, almost mystical dance-like series of movements while spinning it. Finally, he thrust it into the ground and cried out, "Oh, mighty goddess Lucretia, Harbinger of Lightning and Thunder, grant me your strength in my time of need. As a token of my gratitude, I offer a drop of my life essence."
