Toothiana had been hurt, and normally he would not care about that if it wasn’t for two things. One, she was currently the main one keeping the Monkey King at bay along with that other creature, and two, Howl cares for her deeply, and he has seen his son’s despair far too much and he knows the boy simply cannot bear that kind of loss.
The ShadowArmor had formed completely when he sees the other winged creature grab Toothiana and take her to safety. It looks like the wound had got her deep, causing her unable to fly. Just himself and the Monkey King now. He would take care of this, he was so tired of this. And this was the last straw. This has happened far too many times. And when the Maharajah sics his army on him he sends his own straight onto the battlefield.
The wrath was building, and seeing the smug look on the Monkey King’s face made that wrathful darkness -
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That was it, Pitch could not keep it contained anymore as he begins to swell to a monstrous size, destroying parts of the king’s lair as he does so, before emitting a vicious roar that rocked the very ground the base stood upon. This form at this size has not been seen since the Golden Age, when it was used to destroy it. Once again it would be used to obliterate.
His fingers curl and create fists, as another roar rips from Pitch’s throat. Those voices, all those voices twisted into one unearthly sound. The rock around them crumbles and the screeching of monkeys can be heard all throughout the place. He would annihilate them too. Nothing would be left. Darkness shoots through the cracks of the stones, causing them to break even more. Large towers begin to fall, and clouds of grey dust billow up as the destruction continues.
Pitch’s eyes are wide and feral. He remembers when he destroyed those planets. He remembers when he destroyed full races of people. He remembers the screaming, and the carnage, he would leave this place a crater just as he did then. The sheer force of what was happening around them was shredding through the primate army, leaving nothing behind.
Complete obliteration. And he would continue until it was all gone.
The Monkey King tried his best to retreat, but he too, was caught in the destructive forces of the Nightmare King’s power. If he survived this, he surely would not be the same. Pitch stomps a foot down into the ground, crushing it on impact as the lair continues to fall to ruins. The darkness swirls around him like a hurricane, wrecking everything in its path. Until finally it was done. It was all gone. And only then did that wrath begin to wane.
