"Alright. Time to get the materials I came for..."
His voice trailed off, and his eyes narrowed, glinting danger.
"And to kill that shrewd rat."
Scrounging his nose in disdain, he closed his eyes to leave the soul sea.
However, he wanted more. Since he had been forced, he'd take everything.
When he reopened his eyes, the abyss enveloped him, feeding his eyes with impregnable darkness.
The horrible cleaver and its whispers were gone, creating a world of stillness and oppressive silence in the mountain's belly.
Despite the atmosphere, his lips curled into a vengeful smirk. His wooden legs bent, and his back followed as sparks danced in his clenched fist.
BOOM
The ground exploded in a deafening rain of rubble, and his figure blurred, propelled upwards like a missile.
