"You weak pathetic fools. I have watched your struggles and I am here to tell you that your efforts shall yield no rewards.... in the end, Your souls shall be mine."
The humanoid face that had formed in the cloud yells out in a menacing voice as lightening crackled.
"I don't think so."
Alex retorts in an acid tone as he drew his sword from its sheath and pointed it at the face, his facial expression resonating with anger.
"Oh my, if it isn't the leader of the Holy knights, Alexander the great. How dare you try to stand on the path of my conquest??... Do you really think you can defeat me??"
The face in the cloud asks in a proud manner.
"Who are you and why are you trying to destroy Haven??"
Alex asks in a calm tone as he moved his horse forward, staring intently at the dark cloud.
"Hmm… Because of the name you have made for yourself, I shall entertain your questions.