Amidst the chaos and tumult of the ongoing battle, Grymlok presented an unyielding front against Axel and Alexa, his fortitude appearing to be beyond their reach. With a tone dripping in derision, he goaded them, his words sharp and demeaning.
"Is this the extent of your strength?" he sneered, a smirk playing on his lips, betraying his utter confidence. "I expected more from two Tier 4 ascendants. Or is it that the tales of your prowess were greatly exaggerated?"
His mockery didn't stop there. "Here I stand, alone, yet it seems I'm more than a match for the both of you combined. How disappointing," Grymlok continued, his voice laced with contempt. "Surely, the great tier 4 ascendants aren't struggling against a single opponent? Or could it be that you're not as formidable as you believe?"
