Dullorak charged forward.His current head was a youthful man with sleek black hair, gleaming under the dim battlefield light. His stride was confident, his grin almost dazzling as he spread his arms wide like an actor stepping onto a grand stage.
"I come not merely to fight," he declared dramatically. "But to demonstrate the might and glory of Gacha Haven! To show these poor fools that they have chosen the wrong island to invade! For I, Dullorak the Eternal, was destined, ordained by fate itself. To serve under this banner, and to unleash devastation in its name!"
He had meant it for the enemy to hear. Unfortunately, he was broadcasting directly into the communication link shared by the entire allied force.
[Edrik: "My lord… I believe we should mute Dullorak as well."]
Atlas didn't respond, though the way his hand rubbed his temple spoke volumes.
