*BOOM!*
Dust and splintered bone rained down as the massive Imp Lord stepped into the clearing.
He was a giant compared to his kin, standing twelve feet tall, his skin the color of cooling magma.
Veins of actual fire pulsed beneath his rocky hide, and his bat-like wings spanned twenty feet.
In his hand, he dragged a massive Great Axe carved from a single slab of obsidian.
ROAAAAR!
The roar flattened the surrounding ferns. The Drifters in the cages covered their ears, wailing in terror.
The Imp Lord looked around. He saw his settlement in ruins. He saw the piles of broken bodies.
Then, his yellow, reptilian eyes locked onto the small figure standing in the center of the carnage.
A human. Wearing a trench coat and a metal mask.
The Imp Lord sniffed the air.
The Imp Lord blinked, smelling the mana of a teir 3 human, he threw his head back and laughed. It was a deep, rumbling sound like boulders grinding together.
"A bug?" the Imp Lord boomed in guttural Abyssal.
