The Iron Lord's eyes narrowed as he watched his two most trusted generals were dragged away by these strangers.
"You've made a grave mistake challenging me,"
He snarled at Rel, who stood calmly before him while his companions battled the generals.
"Your friends might have caught my subordinates off guard, but you have no idea what you're truly facing."
Rel remained unfazed, his expression neutral as he assessed the tyrant before him.
"Enlighten me, then."
The Iron Lord's laugh echoed through the chamber, a harsh sound that sent shivers down the spines of his own guards.
"The soldiers who returned from previous battles spoke of my trump card. Perhaps you might have lived longer had you gathered that information first."
"But I think it's necessary to go all out from the start anyway."
The massive hammer in his hands began to emit a dull, metallic glow as he raised it skyward.
"Clad of the damned, buried of the old. Touch this world in blood, eleven fold..."
