Belial's cruel revelations made anger burn inside Og'tharoz. His head turned downwards, darkening his face with a shadow, and he began to walk towards Belial. Every step he took was enough to make the ground tremble, and the black flames around him danced in frenzy with the gale that was now raging throughout the area.
The sun that was beginning to rise over the horizon was suddenly covered by large clouds, which gathered over the sky of the Mibothen region. Thunder began to rumble, tearing through the sky.
Og'tharoz's eyes burned with a fury that would make anyone tremble just to look at him, and the battlefield seemed about to shatter at the intensity of his emotions.
"You won't get away with this, Belial," muttered Og'tharoz, but his words sounded as loud as the thunder in the air. Each syllable carried the weight of centuries of pain and his demonic body was enveloped in a dark aura. The ground cracked with the mere passage of his angry feet.
