Tyrant (Part 2)
"There's no point in denying it." Morok said. "Between your fancy glove and all of your trinkets, I would have bought your act if it wasn't for your smell, brother. You need to fix that."
"How did you kill the Golem?" Lith repeated his question. He preferred to avoid explaining that he could do nothing about it. Unlike Morok, he didn't just shapeshift, he had two different life forces with a unique smell.
"My old man refused to Awaken me, but at least he gave me a nice gift." Morok juggled with his weapons before sheathing them. "They can absorb and enhance the power of my eyes, giving me plenty of tricks.
"Balors are losers compared to Tyrants, we evolved correctly and it's only a matter of time before we outmatch them in every aspect." His smile was full of spite, pronouncing the name of their rival species as if it was poison.
"Don't get startled, I'm not a Balor." Lith said while assuming his hybrid form.