That was the greatest shame of the patriarch's life, and he washed it away thoroughly, killing every last one of those who laughed at him, gouging out their eyes and beheading them.
Even so, the terror never left his bones.
Fortunately for him, it only took a single moment to realize.
That Khaedryss was not the same as she had been back then. Her current power was, at most, equivalent to RedDeath.
"Is that all you've got, brat? You dominate this shadow of what Khaedryss once was and think you have the power to face me?"
The patriarch shouted, rising to the skies. His mana coursed through his body with more power than ever as he flashed a bloody smile.
His domain grew for kilometers, engulfing the entire enormous chamber. The whites of his eyes turned black as night while his horns grew.
He discarded his saber, covered in small cracks, before retrieving another weapon from his space ring.
