"I wonder…" Xyron mutters, pulling his longsword from the mutilated corpse of a 13-foot-tall goblin.
The blade pulses as it drinks deeply from the goblin's corpse. Blood seeps into the thirsty steel until it overflows in crimson rivulets. Xyron manipulates the extra blood with his mind. It slowly takes the shape of a large, smooth orb through which he watches the chaos unfolding in Denzen. Blackthorn had done well. He'd done so well that all of Hawks' trusted advisors and friends turned on him within a single night. The promise of power can be quite compelling.
"Still watching them?" Tiphony leaps onto Xyron's back. She peers over his shoulder at the orb. "Looks like we missed all the fun, huh?"
"Eager to spill blood, as always." Xyron laughs and ruffles Tiphony's messy blonde hair.
Compared to him, she's the size of a child. Xyron stands over eight feet, easily, while Tiphony barely reaches five. The height difference is staggering to look at.
"Heehee." Tiphony grins from ear to ear. Her fangs glistening rubies under the moonlight.
"I can understand her sentiment." Bayenor kicks the head of the goblin in disgust. "I thought we would be able to do more to help here, but you finished the beast in a single blow."
"Don't worry, you two; there'll be more bosses to fight. Trust me." Xyron looks over to Glam, who has been silently watching them since the group arrived at the boss room. "Besides, I needed to show our new friend the scale of what he's getting himself into."
Glam remains impassive at Xyron's words, walking past to sit on the goblin's bloody chest. With his palm pressed to its cold skin, Glam channels a crackling blue aura. The creature's limbs jerk unnaturally, bones creaking as it let out a tortured, guttural moan.
"Xyron, what's he doing?" Tiphony asks, her curiosity piqued.
"Shhh. Watch." A smile appears on Xyron's face.
Glam's hand pulses with energy. The goblin rises to its feet behind him, its eyes glowing with the same ominous hue as the aura that revived it.
"Hooray! Hooray!" Tiphony cheers, rushing forward with outstretched arms.
"That's not a toy, Tiphony." Bayenor warns, restraining her before she can bite into the monster's leg. "Nor is it food. We're here to work. We have to maintain some level of professionalism."
"But I'm hungry!" Tiphony licks her lips. "Just a nibble. Please?"
"Control yourself." Bayenor tightens his grip on the girl.
Glam steps closer to Xyron, eyes drawn to the swirling blood in the orb. Recognition flickers in his eyes, eliciting a wider smile from Xyron. Things are getting interesting. It's a shame Xyron won't get to witness the impending confrontation. Even though they were one step behind Xyron's group in Amacedia, those four somehow managed to lose weeks' worth of ground in only a few days.
"Why are you so interested in what's happening in Denzen?" Glam asks directly, bypassing any pleasantries.
"Denzen is the stage." Xyron's eyes gleam. "I'm just waiting on the stars of the show to reveal themselves."