Ulthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester erupted with immense power, releasing thousands upon thousands of souls that filled the entire burial chamber in an instant. An even greater evil power reached into the Twisting Nether, and an ancient demon who had once wreaked havoc on Azeroth descended upon the world once more.
Shawn and the others sensed something was wrong the instant they saw Ulthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester.
But even Merry was too late to stop it. He could only watch as Ariaden sacrificed himself and summoned a demon from the Twisting Nether.
Summoning demons was a warlock's specialty, and Ulthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester was an artifact made for warlocks.
How could the demon it summoned possibly be ordinary?
With a sinister growl, an enormous Dreadlord appeared in the spacious burial chamber. The surrounding souls scattered, as though they had encountered their natural predator.
Dreadlords radiated potent evil magical energy. They were masters of darkness and the mind, manipulators of thought, deceivers of souls, and the Burning Legion's most capable servants.
Every Dreadlord was a living legend.
And the Dreadlord before them was among the strongest of his kind. Even among all the Dreadlords, he ranked as one of the finest.
When Merry saw this Dreadlord, he suddenly threw back his black hood, raised the clawlike hand hidden beneath his black robe, and pointed at him, shouting:
"Kathranatir! You were banished for 2,600 years, and now you've actually returned!"
Newly summoned into this world, the Dreadlord felt that everything was wonderful.
But before he could savor the vitality of this world, before he could devour a few living beings, someone exposed his identity.
Deeply displeased, he turned a vicious grin on the person who had identified him, intending to bestow the greatest reward upon that fellow: he would eat him first.
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