Krenth stood there as his healing spell took effect, the flesh knitting back together and the organs repairing themselves. However, not all was well. The moment their hands connected, Krenth fell to one knee, their hands locked in a death grip. That was, until she was torn away by Viktus. Krenth remained in his position, crying out in pure agony as the combined effects of his spell and the transfer of energy wreaked havoc upon his mind.
He felt the tides of chaos flow through him, assailing both his mind and soul. A lesser man would have been ripped apart by the sheer power. And yet, just like his initiation, Krenth withstood. He slowly rose from his position, turning to face Naro and Viktus. He radiated an aura of not anger, not of irritation, but of pure, cold fury. Krenth truly, wholly hated Viktus. He swore then and there that Viktus would die by his hand, no matter what he had to do to accomplish it.
Krenth felt powerful. Unbridled chaos was flowing through him, empowering him, strengthening him. He raised his left hand, the same dark energy flowing off of it like water, blackening the ground below. Whatever this girl did, whatever had been given to him...it made him more powerful. "No. I don't think we would. You are going nowhere."
The tall man conjured a spear of energy, which was now covered in black flames. He threw it at one of the mages, piercing their heart. The poor mage died almost instantly, having been burnt up from the inside. Krenth conjured two more spears, incinerating a couple more mages.
He raised his voice, the wind blowing his robes in the classic 'I'm evil and I'm coming for you' way. "You! Know this! I do not fear you, nor whatever creature you send to fight me! Today, you shall die!" Krenth created one more spear, sending it through the throat of a fourth mage. When angered, this man showed no mercy, took no quarter.