The moment Strax finished that sentence wasn't accompanied by an explosive surge of energy or any immediate grand spectacle, but by something far more unsettling for any creature sensitive to power: an absolute shift in intent, as if something within him had finally decided to stop measuring strength and simply act without restraint.
Kharzoth sensed this even before seeing any movement.
His demonic blade, forged with effort and concentration, vibrated slightly in his hand, not from its own instability, but as an involuntary reaction to the pressure that now emanated from Strax in a much denser, rawer, more… truthful way.
There was no more restraint.
And this was worse than any direct attack.
