Xylon's lips curled into a twisted smile as he gazed upon the encircling fighters.
His eyes glimmered with a chilling intensity, radiating an aura of impending doom.
"You fools," he hissed, his voice laced with a menacing undertone. "You think you can challenge me? You think you can stand against the might of darkness?"
With each word, his smile widened, revealing a glimpse of the darkness that lurked within his soul. It was a sight that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze.
As the fighters closed in, their weapons drawn and their resolve steeling against the impending threat, Xylon's expression twisted into something truly monstrous.
"You've given me an opportunity," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "An opportunity to unleash my wrath upon you."
Without warning, he lunged forward, his movements fluid and predatory.