Dargan stood over the shattered ruin, arms crossed over his blood-forged chest, tusks steaming from heat.
The building Liora had crashed into still smoked behind him.
"Hahahaha!" he laughed, the sound booming across the broken cityscape.
"Is that all Luxoria has to offer?!"
He threw his head back, triumphant.
"I heard stories. I thought maybe… just maybe… you were strong."
He stepped closer to the wreckage, peering through the dust.
"But this?" He raised his voice. "This is pathetic."
He stomped down on the edge of the debris.
The crushed floor dipped under the pressure of Gravernox's strength.
"I don't know how someone like Vance died to your so-called family."
Then his head tilted.
His sharp eyes locked onto a faint blinking light drifting just above.
A drone.
Dargan's smile twisted into a snarl.
"…You didn't come alone."
With a sudden leap, he launched skyward and snatched the drone.
He then crushed it with one hand.
The feed distorted.
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