No One Takes What Belongs to a Vanreth

[KING]

Hordes of the undead would fall at his feet. A black flash moved throughout Esshar as Nidaz's waves of abominations were slowly extinguished. What was left in their place remnants of Marius' shadow, doors to the abyss that echoed whispers to all that wished to hear.

And if Nidaz ever approached them there'd a special message waiting for him.

"I'm offended. I thought I was worth more than a measly fifty-thousand.

Regardless... she's gone. She's not coming back either so I suggest you call off this grand hunt of yours. I'll take far more from you than just her if this continues. But I'll welcome the attention if you so please. It'd make life a lot easier for me. I wouldn't have to go searching at all.

Like sending lamb to the slaughter."

Any who approach with intent to capture the Razuka are at risk of losing it all.

Not even truth stood a chance of standing in the way of his rampage.

(ps i am in dire need of sylavanum. please this is a living hell, torture, agony, all of the above. help now. please. please. please!)