Trick stared at the Ogre like monster, the menacing beast replying his stares with a piercing gaze that spelled savagery.
The haphazard spawning of nightmare-like creatures seemed to stop immediately the three headed ogre had emerged, increasing Trick's suspicions that he was indeed the commander of the ominous multitude of sinister beasts that now littered the hall.
Trick turned his attention back to the beast who stood in the distance, leading its army of grotesque nightmares towards them.
But that was when something odd caught Trick's eyes.
The headless husks of rotting corpses moved towards him, the minacious wolf-men whose red eyes gleamed atrociously took unhurried steps at him, and the formless shadows of darkness crouched onto the ground, crawling horrifically in his direction, in fact.
Every beast in the room all advanced at Trick whether by slow or hasty strides…
Except for one ominous beast.
Trick squinted his eyes, as he watched the 3 headed ogre standing motionlessly still in an unstimulated manner. It's six beaming red eyes glowing with malicious hatred still burning fiercely in Trick's direction.
'What's he doing?—'
WHOOSH!
The ground shook in an uncontrollable rumble, the walls cracked under its horrendous war cry and the stone tiles were left desecrated, completely shattered under the monster's heavy stumping.
The instant Trick blinked, the baleful monster was gone, reappearing as a gargantuan blur that raced in a hurried frenzy towards him.
Trick buckled and jolted with each herculean stump taken by the enormous monster, its four large arms dancing in the air as he blitz forward.
Trick paled in shock, watching the monster advance through a large distance, full speed ahead in his direction.
'This is bad!' Trick's heart burned with panic and the hair on his skin stood upright as he redirected his gaze at Athan who stood in the air beside him.
The mysterious bunny neither flinched nor looked back in the monster's direction, he neither fretted nor pothered, all he did was maintain his normal pose.
Wrap his hands across his chest, and squint his eyes in observation of Astarvan who stood meters away from the beast, while also remaining motionlessly still.
In Trick's very eyes, it seemed like no other person but him could see the abominable beast that now raced in his direction.
'I have to…' Trick tried to think but it was too late.
The monster was before him, it's elephantine figure horrifically towering above him, making him appear like a toothpick before a great soul tree.
'Damn it—' Trick managed to think as each of the monster's six gleaming red eyes locked unto him.
'I'm dead!'
Trick shut his eyes in fright, bracing himself for the monster's heavy blow, bracing himself for the pain brought about by a 15 foot giant with arms the size of tree trunks crashing its humongous wooden club onto one's head.
And bracing himself for what might soon be…
His death.
But that was when he noticed something weird.
WHOOSH!
Trick pried his eyes open as he watched the monster swiftly move past him.
'What, what's going on?' Trick wondered in perplexion, seeing that he was indeed untouched and watching the monster continue its crazed charge past him.
Seeing the abominable three headed ogre run impetuously past him, watching the fiendish beast race with destructive stumps, bypassing him in the process.
Trick became submerged in the drowning floods of befuddlement brought about by a single question.
'Why?'
"It isn't you he's aiming for…" The calm, unbothered voice of Athan rang into Trick's hearing, rescuing him from the raging rivers of his thought.
"It's Astra."
Like a flash of lightning that hastily accompanies the thunderstorms, Trick's eyes widened at Athan's statement.
Watching the ground tremble violently under the indomitable monster's crazed stumps, watching the three headed ogre cry out a bellowing war cry, and watching the seemingly indomitable beast advance in a blaze of fury at his master.
With a swift instinctive motion, Trick found himself turning his head and yelling just two warning words at his master.
"MASTER!—"
"MOVE!"
A loud yell then filled the air, increasing the trembles which laid heavily in the castle halls. Courtesy of the ever mocking Champion of Zyakoria.
"This is my gift to you Artifact hunter!" Oneiros screamed into the air as Trick yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to signal his Master.
"I hope you enjoy it—"
"TRICKSTER!"
Like a horrendous cacophony of dread, an uncountable number of grotesque monsters that wore the figure of beasts hailing from nightmares filled the hall.
Like a wrathful giant, the three headed ogre raced in Astravan's direction in a frenzied manner.
And like a cloud of scorn, Oneiros' laughing jeers echoed across the room, heightening the hall's maddening havoc.
Yet, in the face of all these cataclysms of problems which odiously intertwined, birthing an unfettered chaos to rule the hall.
One man stood still, unmoving, unalarmed and unbothered by what was currently going on around him. That man was…
Astravan.
However, even as he lowered his head without an ounce of bother, his mind currently roamed through a library of heinous memories as the Trickster sunk into an ocean of egregious thoughts.
'I despise Void beasts.' A voice in Astravan's head voiced out.
'I want them all dead.' Another gloomy voice added, backing up the earlier voice's claims.
Astravan found himself wondering in a cloud of darkness, all around him was painted pitch black, his vision only open to make out the darkness which he stood in.
'Maybe I should go dark?' Astravan asked in a melancholic, rhetorical manner.
'Maybe I should massacre him like that time?' Astravan wondered, his head lowered down as he proceeded in thought.
'Maybe I should just let go.' Astravan stared at an ominous ball of darkness which rested in the heart of his soul.
'Maybe I should let myself get back to that time?' In a haste, Astravan immersed himself into the dark cyst that clouded his heart, drifting unhurriedly in its nefarious clouds of darkness.
'Then I can offer him a death so painfully dreadful, that he'll curse the day he was ever born.'
Astravan now went deeper and deeper into what seemed to be an ever stretching depth of pitch black darkness, he was now entering a state he tried desperately hard to bury, a fiendish form that accompanied depressing memories he longed to forget.
Because if he were to ever embrace the crazed state he once dwelt in time past.
Destruction would be all that awaited.