"What… what are you?" the Defiler asked weakly, an undisguised dread filling his white eyes as he looked at Lex.
All around them… was nothing, because Lex had taken the Defiler and pulled him up into space when it became obvious that the mere reverberations of their fight could damage the planet.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?" Lex asked, his voice terrifying evil as it escaped through the Tyrant's Mask. His sword, Naraka, was stabbed right through the center of the Defiler's body, pinning him to that point in space as well as refining its edge through its blood. More importantly, once Naraka killed the Defiler, it would gain an edge against all other Defilers.
This was the unique ability of his sword. Every time it killed someone, it would gain an advantage against those of the same race. He'd never really needed that ability before, but it couldn't hurt to level it up for the future.
