Following such a declaration was the unleashment of a dark crimson power transcending even that of the amount of strength he expended when fighting the Goblin King.
A dark aura—like that of the all-consuming black holes present in the void of space—engulfed the entirety of the deep cavern before a cry of resistance sounded out from the leader of the Trolls.
"RAAAAaaa!!!!!!!" It bellowed—fervently unwilling to fall here—to a tiny creature who invaded its 'Kingdom'.
Azmond cared not for such resistance as the killing intent leaking out of his emotionless voice found its way to the Troll King once more.
"Your unwillingness is nothing short of a useless struggle against certain death... Futile…"
His voice paused for a brief moment as the all consuming malevolent aura gathering above his hand reached its Zenith.
