Mortus takes a deep breath, while he reaches a hand towards his mask yet hesitates as his hand grazed the cold metal [color=crimson][i]'No not yet, the lords haven't demanded the mask.'[/i][/color] instead the robed man disappears in the blink of the eye reappearing in the darkness of the hole [color=crimson]"A fitting end,"[/color] he laughs like a madman before his hands start emitting dark red lights [color=crimson][i]"Daemoinin Vothai Vermanis..."[/i][/color] he utters the beginning of the incarnation [color=crimson][i]Abyss in my heart, with strength granted by the lords of the void..."[/i][/color] raising a hand the energy within him begins channelling into his hand.

[color=crimson][i]"Your servant sends this wretch to the void as tribute for your strength!"[/i][/color] and with that he [u][b]punches the legendary mole-rat channelling the strength flowing through his veins, unleashing it all through the force of his strike.[/b][/u]