"Master, you really are something." Astravan mumbled in an inaudible manner, somewhat as though he were talking to himself, before sending a louder voice resounding across the hall in a jovial tone.
"Don't tell me you're just purposely insulting me now, are you Mr Champion of Zyakoria." Astarvan asked teasingly, the gargantuan monster's elephantine club resting against his index finger.
The monster paled in shock, a prominent vein bulging out of his head as he increased the force of his club, yet Astravan's finger remained steady, stopping the monster's attack with just his finger.
"Come on now, don't keep me waiting, I just asked you a really important question you know." Astravan continued with a weary sigh, ignoring the monster that came against him, his finger still firmly placed against the massive club wielded by the wild beast.
The three headed ogre began a violent quiver, one that reflected the burning frustration borne in its heart as it let out a bellowing roar into the air once more.
ROAR!!!!!
The monster's eyes glowed in red fury as he brought down two of his clubs against Astarvan, releasing a flurry of blows that rocked the entirety of the castle halls, as it sent thunderous shockwaves, whistling across the room to crack the castle walls.
However, each and every one of his blows were stopped by a single one of Astarvan's finger's, the Trickster staring in the opposite direction to where the beast stood, paying it no mind.
"You monster." Oneiros muttered audibly in a quiet, disconcerted tone as he watched Astarvan stop the monster's blows with but a single finger.
"Wow." Trick mumbled in bewilderment as he watched his very own master stop a club the size of a tree, wielded by a three headed monster built like a brick wall.
"Master really is awesome." Trick voiced out to Athan's hearing, the mysterious bunny replying him with a prideful huff before turning their attention to the monster's loud bawl.
ROAR!!!!!!!!!!
The Monster yelled with visible resentment and annoyance at his futile efforts at Astravan who disregarded his presence, spurning him in the process.
Suddenly, the veins that laid within the monster's head began to swell, rupturing under the pressure the beast currently placed on itself and spewing blood around him, some of the blood dripping from the sides of the monster's face as it started a violent convulsion.
Trick watched as the monster shivered uncontrollably, the ground beneath its feet trembling once more as it let out a bellowing bawl.
ROAR!!!!!!
A heavy gust of sinister red energy was sent into the air, the three headed Ogre tightening its body as it let its minacious energy grow wildly.
With its energy billowing all through the halls and implanting large cracks into the castle walls, desecrating its surface even more, Astarvan still remained unbothered by the monster, his face turned away from it to relay his indifference to the monster's presence.
The uncountable number of monsters which laid in wait for the Three headed Ogre's commands jolted in visible panic as they watched their leader being ridiculed by the Machiavellian Trickster, the Trickster ignoring even their commander's presence.
The Ogre grunted gruffly, its six eyes bulging out in maddening exasperation as it rose its energy levels even higher, this time eliciting not only the veins on his head to pop, but from several parts of its body also.
BOOM!!!
The monster's energy billowed with large sweeps of aura, its current energy levels rising to the highest it had ever been.
Just then, watching the show play out before him, Trick noticed something strangely ominous about the monster.
As the elephantine monster's energy rose, and its blood spilled across its body, the Ogre's aura seemed to thicken into a powerful flow of red essence, as its formerly green skin burnt off, dyeing itself into a fiendish scarlet color.
The monster's energy now reached a level it had never grazed before, planting in its heart a pompous seed of bodaciousness as the monster let out a wide grin in pride of its new form.
Yet, there were still various levels…
In the school of strength.
The beast jolted in fierce annoyance as it watched Astravan let out a visibly bored sigh, his face still turned away from the monster, paying neither the beast, it's wild energy nor it's seemingly intimidating form no mind.
With a bellow of rage, the Three headed Ogre coated its mammoth sized clubs in its baleful aura, crashing both, forcefully against Astarvan in a fit of fury.
BOOM
The ground quaked violently under the thunderous shockwaves expelled from the monster's attack, destroying the walls around them and shattering the ground beneath both it and Astarvan, to leave a large crater where they stood.
Trick couldn't quite make out what happened as the cloud of dust elicited by the Ogre's large attack obscured Athan's protective shield wherein they stood.
However, when the masking dust finally settled, Trick's crimson eyes widened, glinting in its red hue at what he saw.
"Couldn't you see…" A calm, yet threatening voice echoed across the hall.
"I was having a conversation?—" Astarvan blocked off the monster's gargantuan attack with just his left palm, its weapons still shaking as though trying to get past the Trickster's blocking palm.
"YOU WEAKLING." A sly smirk stretched across Astarvan's face, the Trickster's hat glowing with a radiant purple gleam before bursting out into a violently growing burst of energy.
The before boastful Ogre paled in shock, taking shaky steps backwards in fright.
Fright at Astarvan's indomitable aura, fright at how he stopped his greatest attack with a single arm, fright at how the Trickster viewed his very being as irrelevant, and fright as—
He stared into Astarvan's threatening eyes which glistened with a light purple glow, reflecting both power and the darkness which loomed within the innards of his soul.
At that very instant, the magnitude of Astarvan's aura grew with a strength on an entirely different strata than his. Yet Astravan had still not turned to gaze at the monster.
"DIE…" Astravan mumbled audibly, turning for the very first time, to offer the beast a single glance.
"FOOLISH NIGHTMARE." Astarvan's aura swayed down towards his arm, condensing into a spark of bright purple light within his right arm.
The compressed energy doing its best to spiral into a surge of light, which flowed violently around Astravan.
BOOM
Radiating with the brightness of a star, Astarvan sent the compressed aura clasped in his arms racing at the horrified Ogre in the form of a powerful beam of indomitable light.
The hall gleamed with a light purple color, reflecting the violent beam of light conjured by Astarvan, the intense beam completely engulfing the once mighty Ogre to leave nothing but its ashes floating in the air.
Lowering his arm in a satisfied manner, Astarvan then uttered a single question, his face etched through with a taunting smirk.
"Is that all there is to your gift?—"
"MR CHAMPION OF ZYAKORIA?"