Damn it, it's a male lord?
The confrontation with Tangere was a bitter disappointment for the Cyclops lord Hebika. The Legendary-level Wood Elf vessel he had fantasized about had just materialized as a middle-aged man.
"Does my arrival displease you?" Tangere asked. He and Hebika hovered in the air, neither making a move, each sizing the other up. One was curious, the other crestfallen.
"It's not just displeasure," Hebika sighed, his brutish tone softening into something almost gentle. "It's the death of a dream."
Then, in an instant, the facade shattered, and the rage he'd been suppressing erupted.
ROAR!
"You goddamn piece of filth!" Hebika bellowed. "You've cost me so many of my children in this forest! I'll tear you limb from limb! I'll devour you piece by piece!"
He lunged. A torrent of Abyssal energy poured from his body, coalescing behind him into a colossal Cyclops phantom. The phantom formed a great axe of pure shadow and brought it crashing down on Tangere.
