Aza'zel inhaled the deep scent of fear and malice intertwined the moment he set foot into the Nameless Valley.
All of the outposts stationed in the valley over the last year were razed to the ground by mad Abominations.
The defense line of the vultures and elites was pushed back to square one, to the reinforced walls of Brinx.
Aza'zel smirked, reaching out with his hands open as though he was taking the entire valley in, slowly closing his hands together into a ball. Then, with an explosion animation, his hands parted.
"Boom," Aza'zel whispered softly, imagining piles of aristocratic corpses infested with abyssal energy, only to explode into hails of blood soon after.
As he was observing the Nameless Abyss, something that once crossed his mind came back to him in a rush, rendering him speechless.
