"Well, fair enough. I think I'm alright with destroying." With that, Malum released a torrent of purple energy unlike anything he had done before. It condensed into a straight beam that flew like an arrow for Dharc's neck.
If you want to fight him, you've got to grab me.
The man laughed. "Sure, but ask Wynn first. She might not want to risk any more deaths on her hands."
My name is Tors. And this is Malum, a god from our world... mine and TAAron's.
"Such a shame... I didn't even have to do it. You did it for me." The man took another step towards the body. "The last survivor of a destroyed world."
Wait, you're taking her? I don't think she'll like that...
Approaching subtly, a man had appeared near the group. He did not speak or do much of anything except stare at TAAron's body with a faint smile.
Tors, unfortunately, was unable to speak to or interact with them. Instead she began humming violently, and the room filled with a high-pitched ringing.
What are these people doing?