Azarax had looked a little pathetic, hanging there on the tree. His personality, too, seemed overly domineering for someone who possessed a true kind of strength— those who were truly strong did not usually feel the need to constantly assert their dominance, after all.
But once the ancient tyrant regained his freedom, Sunny swiftly realized that he was truly a force to be reckoned with. He was an incredible ally to have… to the point that it was a little chilling.
There were three things that made Azarax so fearsome.
First and foremost was his skill as a warrior. Both Sunny and Nephis were astonishing combatants in their own right, but even they had to admit that Azarax was a daunting opponent.
He was ferocious, vicious, and devastating, moving across the desert like a raging storm — but, at the same time, he was deeply cunning and eerily astute, guiding the obliterating power of his wrath with surgical precision and cynical malice.
