Arad flailed his arm as he walked sideways with a faint smile on his face. "Of course, I'm sure. I usually don't take judgment into my hands since that's hell's job, but you don't belong to this world." His muscles started slowly expanding as he looked at the longsword in his hand with a grin.
Arad then spoke, his voice deeper than ever before, his words coming out in the dragons' language. Loud, harsh, and deep enough to rattle the vast chamber the two were locked in.
"Lives Broken, souls stolen. Violated the living, insulted the dead. You don't even care how many tears the mortals have shed."
"You can't give back what you took. Revenge won't ever fix what broke."
"Your blood will be shed, and your existence will come to an end."
Arad pointed his sword forward, and she jolted back into her feet, throwing her arms forward and growing claws of lava.
