"Thee thence," Cezab growls out, irritated by the blaring sirens and noises of this city of metal and lights. "I am feeling rather generous today, so I shalt give thee a week to convince me wherefore I shouldn't bring this piteous city of thine to ruins."

There is no doubt that this is another laughable trick played by the Hero. Winning the Great War had been in his clutches just moments ago, yet after he had came to after the blinding light of an ancient spell, he had found himself in this disgustingly deafening and overwhelming cityscape.

"So? Array thee wish to extend thy existence for another moment longer?" he snaps out impatiently. If tricks are what the Hero wishes to play, then Cezab will gladly play along until he is able to regain his full powers and wreak havoc in the world once more.