"I gave you a chance, and this is what you choose."
The voice thundered across the skies. From above, a pair of furious eyes tore open, vast and merciless.
"I will show you how futile your struggles are."
At once, the heavens blackened. A blanket of darkness spread across the skies for miles upon miles, swallowing stars and moons alike.
Then, in an instant, an uncountable number of holes tore open across the void, each one vast and wider than anything Malakai had ever faced.
"Die."
Darkness blasted from the holes in endless torrents, surging downward toward Othric like missiles of death.
But in the midst of the storm, Othric hovered alone. He burned, green light flooding the night like a beacon. Slowly, he raised his arms.
A pulse of green detonated from him.
It spread outward, like a wave of green radiance. Wherever the green touched, the rivers of darkness shattered. Beams broke apart, dissolving into nothing.
The pair of eyes narrowed above.
