"Ha, Done it!" he shrieked, his voice rising in a piercing crescendo that reverberated through the cavernous expanse. "Called him my power! Hahaha!" The deranged cavewight, Drool Rockworm, in a frenzied state of manic ecstasy, appeared to revel in the chaos he had unleashed. His high-pitched voice, laced with a fervor bordering on madness, ranted in a fevered pitch, each word dripping with a perverse delight as he reveled in the impending destruction.

As his slavering jaws quivered hungrily, a sickening anticipation radiated from him, his depraved desires mirroring the twisted aura that enveloped his entire being. With a maniacal fervor, he continued to chant, his words forming a cacophony of maddened incantations that seemed to echo from the darkest recesses of the abyss.

