The Dark One roared with surprise and pain, and this pain was not just of his flesh, but the soul as well.
His nature had worked against him, no matter the danger that these people may have posed against him, they were still mortal beings and it was almost impossible for him to take such a pitiful creature with any degree of seriousness, an ant with a larger flaming mandible was still an ant, even if he was to stand still and let the ants attack, it would be difficult for it to threaten his life, and how much damage could be done to his body when he was healing faster than any damage these ants were supposed to make?
Everything was perfect, everything made sense, then how could it begin to go wrong? How could anything touch him!?
