LeftHandofGod
And the Dark Lord starts walking towards the hedron, as if space contains a walkable surface
"I think we share a different opinion on enslavement, you see. I'm free to go, I'm free to do what I like. Now and then I need to ask permission, but that isn't really much of a problem..."
He lifts his spear, walking into the supernova.
You're bad, I'm bad, but we are not the same. I'm subject to change, I adapt and I thrive.
But you, you cannot change. You are inferior!"
Dark flames envelop the dying star, diverting all power to the center, the spear that Melkor is holding. I a couple seconds the star has vanished, no trace of it is left. The spear glows and hums with power, but it seems to cool down as if the energy is stored away.
The Dark Lord gently floats back again to the spheres and cubes that used to be he hedron.
"Weaponising that star was a foolish tactic, you just gave me enough energy to provide my orcs with light and electricity for an entire century! Now, show me what you really can do, or are you too frightened for a duel?"
