As Ash approached, not only he but also his wives, still seated, shed their varied skin tones, returning to their natural hues.
It was only meant to last a moment, just long enough for the women to grasp the situation.
The General fixed his gaze on the man he considered unbearably arrogant, unwilling to yield.
His eyes narrowed, the air heavy around him, and he shook his head before speaking.
"I don't know what faction you arrogant whelps crawled from," he rumbled, his voice echoing through the chamber like distant thunder in stone.
"But you'd best learn some respect. Outside, Peak Hyperversals might mean something up to the Peak of the Middle Dimensions—but here, it means nothing!"
He took a heavy step forward, the obsidian floor splintering beneath his boot.
"I told you... arrogance gets people killed here, kid. So, before you ruin yourself... let me show you what humility feels like."
FWOOOOM!
The General raised one enormous four-fingered hand.
