Nial patted the shoulder of the veteran mercenary who stood next to him with a hunched back.
The mercenary's eyes were empty and it looked like his IQ dropped by half, but that was not something anyone present could be interested in right now.
Kaeldur had returned to his humanoid form. He held the head of a Keltia-ranked Guard in his hands and threw it at Tyrant, who smashed his mace into the ground, exactly where a bunch of dead guards had been piled on top of each other.
The crackling noise of dozens of bones breaking to pieces echoed through the entire main hall of the hidden libratory. The Elves present in the hall flinched and grimaced, while Nial could only shake his head.
"What do you want, you meagre insect?!" Tyrant snarled as his upper body tilted forward. The Tyrant of Destruction was towering above Kaeldur and it almost looked like David and Goliath were about to start fighting. After all, Kaeldur didn't seem like wanting to back off.