Massacre Attack

"He really deserves to be a true kingdom commander."

Draven smirked as he felt the heaviness of Commander Dex's aura settle in.

It wasn't just inherent power.

It was from years of experience, as he got stronger in every fight. 

It was the aura of a warrior who had encountered countless battles and come out victorious.

Dex raised his functioning hand at the level of his head.

With a dull thud, he let his battle axe drop to the ground.

And then his body changed.

His torso, arms, and even his functioning hand began to swell and turn molten.

His flesh became living lava, burning and shifting like liquid fire.

The heat around him grew unbearable, warping the air itself.

"I only wanted to keep the Verdants alive for more experiments," Dex's voice rumbled.

He clenched his molten fist, heat distorting the air around him.

"But I have no choice. All of you need to die here."