"You are gloating, huh? Thinking your subjects can save you from my hands? You still cling to hope, I see," Aaron said to King Oren, peeking into the mind of the merfolks king, his voice cold as the void itself.
"I will allow you to watch the total annihilation of your people. I would love to see what hope you will hold onto when I'm done," Aaron said coldly, flying forward toward the approaching army in their millions, his form cutting through the vacuum with purposeful speed.
He wanted to break King Oren completely, to snuff out every bit of hope the king ever had, even if it meant destroying the entire merfolk race, his fury demanding utter desolation.
"You all stay behind. I will handle this myself," Aaron informed Flameborn and his wives, deciding to take matters into his own hands, his voice brooking no argument as he advanced.
The merfolks controlling the spaceships fired cannon blasters at Aaron, beams of mana-infused energy lancing through the void with deadly precision.
