I turned slowly, a grin tugging at my lips as I watched the Boss rise from his throne.
"Finally decided to join the party, huh? All your minions are dead," I taunted, my tone dripping with mockery.
He didn't reply but his movements were deliberate, each step echoing with an almost reverent weight.
He was an imposing figure, towering and muscular, with an aura that seemed to distort the very air around him.
His eyes, now fully open, glowed with a malevolent intensity.
He reached behind his throne and unsheathed a massive warhammer that pulsated with a dark energy.
I wonder what the obsession was with these guys and hammers.
It was a fetish and it reminded me of Paul in a way.
With all his various skills and powers, he was especially fond of his warhammer.
Good thing that I would never see him swing it again.
Meanwhile this Boss twirled his effortlessly, the weapon seeming weightless in his grasp.
