Vorn stood tall, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he surveyed the battlefield. He had gained the upper hand, and he knew it. His eyes were filled with malice, and his Nether Puppets loomed ominously behind him, their dark forms pulsing with nether energy. With a sharp, commanding motion, Vorn raised his hand.
"Attack!" he commanded, his voice echoing with cold authority, each word carrying an unspoken promise of destruction.
The two Nether Puppets sprang to life, their movements a blur of deadly precision. The berserk power of Puppet Frenzy coursed through them, their limbs thrashing with terrifying speed.
As they charged forward, they activated Puppet Rend, their claws glowing with a sinister light, sharp enough to cut through anything in their path.
