"Espirit, heed my call!"
Buzz!
In an instant, the colossal, black and crimson form of Espirit materialized before Vahn. The immense Infernal Spirit immediately bowed low, the gesture causing waves of oppressive heat and shadow to wash over the battlefield. Espirit's power, even restrained, brought raw fear and absolute reverence.
"What is your command, My lord?" the Infernal Spirit's voice resonated, a sound like grinding volcanoes.
Vahn's eyes were cold due to King Belmont's suicidal pride. He wouldn't waste time negotiating or targeting small groups. He wanted the entire war ended now, and the lesson branded onto every soul present.
"I want you to show despair to those Frost Giants. I want that foolish King broken."
"Your wish is my command," Espirit thundered, rising to its full, staggering height.
