Like an embodiment of destruction, Astravan darted through the sanctum with unholy intent reflecting off his glistening purple eyes.
Clad in the suppressive blood lust of a murderous assassin, his progression through the sanctum left multitudes of Golems standing lifelessly with just a teeny difference than before.
They had no heads.
Astarvan continued on his race for heads, moving like light through the army of monsters and employing his Oxus cards that now blazed under a radiant purple flame to do his dreadful bidding.
The silver cards now bathe in a purple glow moved like lightning.
With two within his grasps, the remaining six weapons of war swirled around the master Trickster, obeying his mental command to completely cut down each and every Golem within the sanctuary.
But the monsters were not giving up without a fight.
