Sevirea wore a simple tunic that covered his entire body. With a sharp motion, he tore it off, revealing his bare torso, still covered in satyr fur. His muscles tensed as he advanced toward the throne, where the creature sat nonchalantly, watching him with an unshaken gaze.
He extended his hand, and a myriad of mana sparks flared to life, assembling into a long halberd whose crescent-shaped blade shimmered under the flickering light.
With a fluid, swift yet light movement, he swept the ground with the blade, sending a shower of sparks flying.
His gaze locked onto the creature—or rather, the red-skinned ogre sitting on the throne. He pointed his weapon at him, issuing a silent challenge.
The ogre smirked, then pushed himself up from the armrests of his seat. He rose slowly, towering over Sevirea with his massive frame.
