Everyone vanished...
Leaving Rakshaa standing alone within the ruins of his kingdom...
No...
That wasn't right...
His prison...
He scoffed, exhaling a large puff of crimson smoke.
"Damn brats..." He reached down, his brutish grip tightening around the large crimson glaive lying on the ground below him.
Then his left hand began to brush against the terrible scars across his body... These scars refusing to be healed by his own monstrous regeneration...
"Hmph." He puffed again, clenching his fist as he sensed a new figure entering his dominion...
"Forgive me for my intrusion..." The voice said, stepping over a large pile of blood-stained debris...
Rakshaa turned slowly, unphased by the clear and immense strength of the new challenger.
"I'm not here for a fight..." The cloaked figure said, his purple vision gazing beyond Rakshaa... Piercing into the large crater within the wall behind him.
There was light leaking through the cracks...
Rakshaa scratched the back of his stone-like head.
"Whatever." He huffed, stepping away from the crater in the wall.
However, the man stood still, unmoving and clearly unbent by the troll holding the power to end his life in just a couple of seconds...
'How strong is he...?' Rakshaa thought, leaning against a large stack of parts of the ceiling that formed a pillar nearly half the height of the room itself.
"You have been freed... Banished General..." The man said, causing Rakshaa to tilt his head in confusion.
He then stepped forward...
A terrible, horrifying, and soul-wrenching power escaping from his step.
Rakshaa nearly lost his wits...
'Huh?'
However, the man only walked past... His cloak dancing with some sort of unfelt breeze within the cavern.
Then he seen it...
Or more so felt it...
It was...
The mark of death...
Radiating through the air with such potency that Rakshaa could feel his soul tremble from just the aura.
It was unbelievable... Even for someone as old as the crimson troll.
"That curse...?" Rakshaa huffed... Eyeing down the man walking past with a newfound emotion.
The man stopped in his tracks.
Then...
He lifted his hand.
He gently pulled the hood of his cloak down... Revealing not only a terribly scarred mouth area... But above it...
A mask shaped like that of the skull of a dragon...
A black dragon...
"It cannot be cured..." The man said, his purple gaze piercing Rakshaa's own mighty glare...
"I will not ask more than..." Rakshaa said with a lazy wave, turning his back on the cloak figure and heading towards the exit...
Something he had not done in centuries...
He was...
Free...