Then he gave his first command:
"Arise."
The command echoed in the pit like a drumbeat.
Morthas, the once-ferocious lion beast, slowly straightened, towering over Grey with an aura of sheer menace.
The creature's glowing, darkened eyes bore into him, the wisps of purple energy around its form flickering ominously.
Its new form was more terrifying than before—pitch-black skin with streaks of fiery orange across its massive frame.
And then there was the weapon.
Morthas' claws gripped a monstrous spiked club, its surface rippling with strange, dark energy.
The jagged spikes looked sharp enough to tear through steel, and the shifting black material gave it an almost alive quality.
Grey's lips curled into a small smirk.
That thing alone could scare anyone out of their wits.
In his battle with Morthas, the lion beast hadn't revealed the full power of the weapon.
