Sarkir: Death's Blessing Will Come Eventually - Bonus Chapter [35

(Bonus chapter for brother "Book Friend 20170816215224737" [3/5])

When Prince Renathal had tidied up his disheveled appearance and returned to the hall, Diakum and Sarkir were already arguing over what form the "amulet" for Sire Denathrius should take.

Anyone unaware of these two fellows' true nature might have assumed they were the Sire's loyal servants, doing everything in their power to craft the perfect amulet for their master so he could escape the death sentence prepared by the Sun God's reserve force.

But in truth, this was merely a rehearsal for a conspiracy called "The Fall of a King."

Sarkir had never been loyal. Even though it had become Sire Denathrius's carefully chosen "partner" over twenty thousand years ago, it was much like The Shaper's glorious yet secretly malicious career in the Burning Legion.

When had there ever been any wholehearted devotion?

They were merely traveling together temporarily toward their own separate goals.

Prince Renathal did not interrupt the two as they argued heatedly.

Holding the soul blade Sarkir had broken, he stood quietly to one side. As he soothed the wailing Vorpalia, he secretly studied the two strange figures before him.

As a Venthyr prince and the heir Sire Denathrius valued most, Renathal was not qualified to access the first-rate intelligence gathered across the cosmos by the Nathrezim information network. But he had his own influence among the Venthyr.

He was no stranger to the material cosmos, and he knew quite a bit about Sarkir and Diakum's lives.

These were clearly two people whose styles, principles, and goals were completely opposed. The moment they met, they would want nothing more than to hack each other to death. Sarkir's death, in fact, had been directly brought about by Diakum.

Counting the time it had been slain in Draenor, Sarkir had