As time continued to trickle away, the malevolent entity commenced its sinister plan to consume the elden god's soul. However, Draven harbored a different agenda.
"Since neither of you possesses the means to harm me, why don't you enlighten me, elden god, on what made you so feeble?" the entity probed.
"Why should I tell you anything?" Margoth retorted.
Margoth's response seemed to amuse the entity, but its amusement was short-lived as Malicarn's fist struck Draven once again.
"Ha! You idiot, you cannot harm me," Margoth retorted to Malicarn, his anger palpable.
"But I can certainly harm your host," Malicarn snickered, revealing a cruel intention.
"Go ahead, hurt him as much as you can. Hell, punch him again for me. After all, it's his fault that I find myself in this fucking situation," Margoth roared, goading Malicarn into a relentless barrage of punches on Draven.
