Roth, surprised but not shocked by this display of power, raised an eyebrow sensing the imminent danger.
Swiftly, he moved into a defensive stance, the shield held by the Flaming Giant moved in the front to defend against the approaching attack.
Abaddon's lips curled into a wicked grin as he rotated the now-corrupted spear high above his head.
He had directed the full force of his very demonic essence into the weapon, the very embodiment of his power that had brought fear to all, who had faced him.
"Face your imminent end, human."
With a resolute roar that echoed through the battlefield, Abaddon swung the colossal spear that weighted tones and was nearly eight times his own size. It's corrupted head gleaming with a radiant darkness.
The ground quaked beneath his feet, and the air crackled with anticipation, charged with an intensity that sent shivers down the spine of Roth.
