Malgorth's lips curled into a grin as he muttered something under his breath, his voice barely audible over the rustling of the trees.
"Incompetent fool..."
The sky grew darker, as if Malgorth's dark energy was poisoning the air. Crows descended like a murder of dark omens, their frantic cawing a chilling scream that froze the blood.
"Kraa! Kraa! Kraa!"
Black energy began to gather around Malgorth, tendrils of darkness curling around his body like living vines. He absorbed it, his eyes burning with dark light, as if fueled by the shadows themselves.
"Malgorth, you're as predictable as a dying breath. Your powers are a joke, a desperate attempt to cling to relevance."
"HAHAHA! Oh, Zalzar, I will miss you."
"Tsk, annoying bastard. You may have power, but you lack control."
"Control?" Malgorth repeated, mocking. "Who needs control when you have absolute power?"