Prince Tortheldrin had absorbed almost all of Immol'thar's vast magical power himself, which was why he had once been so powerful. While his magic was linked to Immol'thar's, he had even rivaled a Legendary Archmage, surpassing Jaina.
The only drawback was that, to sustain this illusory strength, Prince Tortheldrin could not leave the Library or Immol'thar's prison. Otherwise, his power would instantly revert to its original level. His prolonged dependence on Immol'thar's magic would even leave him weaker than before.
Now that Immol'thar had fallen, he had suffered the worst backlash of all.
At that moment, he crouched on the floor in agony, clutching the staff he had used for ten thousand years. As he watched Shawn and the others slowly enter, his heart filled with fury, hatred, and despair.
He hated them for destroying the Void Energy Spires and Immol'thar, depriving him of the powerful magic he had absorbed. Their immense strength also filled him with despair from the depths of his heart.
He knew his life had truly reached its end.
Archmage Estulan stepped forward and sighed, speaking in profound anguish. "Your Highness, honored Prince Tortheldrin, you were wrong. You should never have summoned Immol'thar or built those corrupting Void Energy Spires. And later, when Immol'thar's magic began to weaken, you should never have killed those who followed you... They were your loyal followers!"
"Loyal followers?"
Utter scorn appeared on Prince Tortheldrin's face. "If they were truly my loyal followers, why didn't they kill themselves to reduce our consumption of magic when they knew Immol'thar could no longer provide enough? They were disloyal to the core!"
Estulan sighed. "Your Highness, we should never have summoned Immol'thar. The lure of magic led us astray... If only we had been braver back then. Look at Dath'Remar. He left just like