"Impressive," Yilar mused, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he watched Jolthar struggle.
"You're still standing. Perhaps you're not as insignificant as you seem."
Jolthar didn't waste time with words. He closed his eyes for a split second, focusing inward, summoning the power that had become both his blessing and curse: the Voidwrath.
A faint, dark aura began to emanate from him, growing stronger with each passing moment. The oppressive pressure surrounding him began to wane, pushed back by the raw, unbridled force of his void-infused power.
Jolthar's eyes snapped open, now glowing faintly with a cold, otherworldly light.
Yilar's smirk widened. "Oh? You've got a spark of something interesting. This might actually be enjoyable."
Jolthar didn't give him a chance to say more.
