Rowan, fueled by his growing anger, wasted no time. He lunged forward, his eyes blazing with dark fury, and channeled his power into the Nether Grit Glaive. The weapon crackled with dark lightning as he prepared to unleash his next attack. "Shadow Strike!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
His body became a blur of shadows and lightning, dashing through the air with incredible speed. As he moved, Rowan's form seemed to meld with the darkness, leaving a trail of dark thunder behind him. He struck at every enemy in his path, his glaive cutting through the air with deadly precision.
"You think you can stand against me?" Rowan taunted, his voice filled with scorn. "I'll show you the true power of the Abyssal Conquerors. Your cuteness means nothing in the face of raw, unrelenting power."
