Malrik, one of the Emperors Of Light, is looking directly at us.
He gives us a look that is cold and as endless as the void.
Around him, the last Eradicators look like ants compared to his aura. Their forms of light shine with the brightness of a flickering candle compared to his aura of a solar flare. This is no mere enemy or Eradicator. He is the embodiment of pridefulness and greed nicely packaged into one.
Justus joins me by my side, his face an expression of horror as he recognizes the figure. It seems as if these two have a very complicated past. Malrik's eyes focus in on Justus as he notices me glance at him. The emperor raises his glowing golden wand in the air, his movements slow and deliberate.
I mentioned how much I hate people raising their hand in the air, right?
