"Is this a trap?" A surprised voice came from the bat-winged demon.
"How is Dalaran's Holy Light Matrix technology?" Jaina teleported over. The soldiers at the checkpoint had fled the instant the demon appeared. This was not something ordinary humans could face.
"Woman, you have enraged me." The Pit Lord in his true form desperately resisted the burning Holy Light. With a grasp of his hand, he drained the life force from several unlucky people nearby, turning them into puppet corpses. Then he said disdainfully, "This little Holy Light is only good for scratching an itch!"
The Pit Lord raised both hands and shouted arrogantly, "Come forth, Infernal! Feel the terror of destruction!"
Dark clouds immediately covered the skies above Theramore, Fel Energy swirling through them. Green lightning flashed amid the clouds, and then... there was no then. The clouds dispersed, and everything returned to calm.
"Ah, what is going on?" The Pit Lord's jaw dropped when he discovered that his ultimate move had been interrupted midway.
"A mere demon dares to cause trouble in Theramore? Have you grown tired of living?" Aegwynn flashed into view as well. A single Counterspell had ruined the demon's grand summoning spell for the Infernal.
"A mortal dares to flaunt magic before me, Varimathras? I have mastered magic for countless millennia longer than you." Varimathras spoke with disdain, flicking out a Death Coil toward Aegwynn.
Faced with this ordinary death spell, the former Guardian actually seemed flustered, constantly using spells to fend off the black, smoky ball of energy.
"Wahaha! Your magic cannot save you, pitiful mortal. Return to death's embrace!" Seeing the mage who had dared to dispel his Infernal summoning spell now helpless before death energy, Varimathras felt that he should have used death magic long ago.
As he smugly watched Aegwynn's