After a moment of hesitation, Maximilian's face hardened with determination. What choice did he have? If he were captured, his death would be humiliating and pointless. Better to drag his enemies down with him.
"Take all of me—my blood, my flesh. I offer everything in exchange for vengeance!" he declared, his voice resolute.
If there had been any alternative, he wouldn't have unleashed such a terrible being. But the rebels had left him no choice.
[Then the pact is sealed. So, you wish for the death of all those outside? How fortuitous—those are precisely the kinds of creatures I despise. Perfect.]
The entity glided toward Maximilian, shedding its crimson robes to reveal a massive, shifting void. Within the abyss gleamed sharp, monstrous teeth.
As the gaping maw consumed Maximilian, a wave of malevolent energy erupted, flooding the chamber. The ancient god, now wearing the emperor's form, let out a triumphant roar that shook the air.
