Adrian had purposefully replied in the Garog tongue. And he knew Kharn had understood what he said. Word for word. For the High Priest, who had dedicated his entire existence to the worship of his creator, it was the ultimate blasphemy.
He was overwhelmed with rage. A rage so pure and absolute that it threatened to make him explode. A rage that could be felt as a wave thousands of meters away.
{BLASPHEMER! SOUL-EATER! I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST AND OFFER THEM AS PENANCE TO THE VOID!}
His four crimson eyes blazed with the light of dying stars. There were no more words. No more strategy. There was only vengeance.
With a roar that was felt like an attack on its own, he charged. He was a living meteor, a being of stone and rage, crossing the kilometers between them in an instant.
His four fists, each one now glowing with a destructive energy, became a whirlwind of devastating blows, each strike carrying the force to shatter an asteroid.
