As Lyerin crushed the head of the Borgias Family Patriarch in his hand, a grotesque squelch echoed through the space they occupied.
Blood and bone fragments spilled between his fingers, and Lyerin's face twisted into a maniacal grin, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained madness.
"Oh, you thought it was over?" he said, his voice dripping with malice. "This head… it was still alive, sustained by Eldren energy! The patriarch's essence clung to it even in death... but now? No more."
The ground beneath them trembled, an ominous vibration spreading through the air like a wave.
Suddenly, the space around Lyerin warped, and a low, rumbling growl filled the atmosphere.
Yasira's eyes widened in terror, her confidence eroding as she sensed the overwhelming presence manifesting before them.
A deafening roar split the silence, the sound primal, ancient, and filled with rage.