Ba–ba–ba–DOOM!
"Arghh!!" Sakaar slammed both hands against his head, clutching it tightly as his face twisted in agony beneath the metallic mask. His body convulsed violently as if every fiber of his being were on fire. His three hearts pounded against his chest with excruciating force, each beat like a hammer striking from behind, as though invisible blades had been driven into them all at once.
Then—bam—he fell to one knee, staggering from the soulshock.
Step.
Leosar moved deliberately, each step measured, slow yet heavy with purpose, until he was directly in front of Sakaar. He lowered himself down gracefully until his height matched that of the kneeling King. His single, radiant silver eye glinted as it pierced through the metallic mask, unwavering and sharp, burning with intensity.
