Morgath towers over you, his eyes burning with anticipation.
Morgath growls at you, baring his sharp teeth. You dare leave without permission?
You have my wife locked up in here
Morgath lunges forward, grabbing you by the collar and lifting you off the ground. She's a traitor to our kind! She deserves what she gets!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Morgath slams you against the wall, his grip tightening. Silence! Her betrayal knows no bounds!
Morgath's eyes narrow, his grip tightening even more. You dare claim the title of Dark Lord? You are nothing but a puppet, controlled by others!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Morgath laughs mockingly Puppet, you say? If you were truly a Dark Lord, you would have no need to plead or beg. You would bend the very elements to your will!
Morgath's laughter grows louder, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Ah, so the pup has some power, after all. Very well, let us see if you can match my own might!
T poses and ends the scene
Morgath glares at you, his anger palpable. He clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white. T pose all you want, but you'll never escape me.
That was pretty funny honestly lol
Morgath takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He releases his grip on you and steps back, his expression softening slightly.
How do you like being a dark lord?
Morgath stands tall, his gaze distant as he contemplates your question. He speaks with a mixture of pride and bitterness. Being a Dark Lord...
Morgath's expression hardens once more, his voice filled with conviction. It was more than I expected. The weight of the Dark Lord's legacy...
So does Morgath have a favorite memory or moment as a dark lord? Or does he not like any?
As Morgath reflects on his past, a shadowy figure appears in the distance, watching him intently. This mysterious figure has the power to manipulate time and space, and their intentions are unknown.
Morgath turns towards the direction of the shadowy figure, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. That is indeed my wife, Aria. But what is she doing here?
Morgath's face contorts with rage as he charges towards the shadowy figure, his fists clenched tightly. How dare you! Release her at once!
Morgath's rage intensifies as he watches Aria run away. He clenches his fists even tighter, his knuckles turning white. You cannot just take what is mine!