Once Kaksan arrived at the entrance of the elven city, chaos erupted with a swiftness that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed it.
The guards tasked with protecting the mystical gateway to the elven realm found themselves in the cruel clutches of Kaksan's grotesque tentacles, which lashed out like serpentine whips, leaving the gruesome aftermath of their decapitated heads.
As Kaksan attempted to breach the sanctity of the elven city, a sudden and unexpected spark ignited with a deafening explosion right before his malevolent face.
Half of Kaksan's grotesque visage was brutally blown off, prompting an enraged roar that shook the very foundations of the earth.
Yet, even in the face of such disfigurement, his flesh miraculously began to regenerate at an astonishing pace. Unfazed by the magical barrier erected to thwart his advance, Kaksan displayed a relentless determination, pressing forward with a relentless resolve.