Hades, now trapped within the pulsating walls of dark energy, looked up at Elder Thalnor, a flicker of fear lighting up his normally calm eyes.
His entire body felt like it was being torn apart, the agony so intense that every breath he took was like inhaling fire. His mind was clouded, but through the searing pain, he managed to gasp out, "What... are you planning to do to me?"
Thalnor's lips curled into a sinister smirk, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he watched Hades writhe in torment. He took a step forward, his tone chillingly calm, as if discussing a trivial matter.
"It's quite simple, really," he said, pausing for effect. "As you're aware, the Malachor Clan excels in the art of corpse puppetry."
Hades, his body trembling from the overwhelming pain, barely managed to keep his attention on Thalnor's words.