"I SHALL HONOR YOUR SACRIFICE BY SHOWING YOU THE TRUE EXTENT OF WHAT AN ANCIENT GOD CAN BE WHEN UNLEASHED COMPLETELY."
The nightmare-wings spread wide enough to cast shadows across ten miles of devastated terrain, each independently-blinking eye now blazing with power that made earlier manifestations look restrained.
"LET US FINISH THIS BATTLE WITH NEITHER OF US HOLDING ANYTHING BACK. YOUR ABSOLUTE LOVE AGAINST MY ABSOLUTE HUNGER. YOUR WILLINGNESS TO DIE AGAINST MY INABILITY TO TRULY DIE."
Reality itself bent around Khar'razoth's fully-enhanced presence, space warping, time stuttering, the laws of physics screaming protests against divine authority operating at maximum output.
"AND WHEN ONE OF US FALLS—WHETHER IT BE ME CONSUMED OR YOU DESTROYED—LET IT BE SAID THAT WE FOUGHT WITHOUT RESTRAINT, WITHOUT HESITATION, WITHOUT RESERVATION."
