"You… are weak," it said.
The words weren't just an insult, they were a declaration.
The Emperor didn't take it lightly. In an instant, he disappeared, reappearing right in front of the tall Phantom, his axe swinging in a deadly arc aimed straight for its neck.
But the Phantom didn't even flinch. Before the blow could land, the dwarf Phantom appeared out of nowhere, slamming its massive hammer against the Emperor's axe. The clash sent sparks flying as the two weapons locked, groaning under the force.
Deathmist leaked from the dwarf's armor, flaring violently and lashed at the Emperor. The Emperor was thrown backward, hitting the rubble-strewn ground with a heavy thud.
"I agree with you… he is weak," the dwarf said, its voice low and hollow, carrying a grim satisfaction that made my skin crawl.
The moment the dwarf Phantom finished its sentence, both General Cassian and Arkas appeared at its sides.
