The bell tolled, and Doomlords poured out of the rift in the void, one after another.
The Skaven Clanrats, who had been on the verge of collapse, miraculously held on. Now the plague priests regained their fighting strength, and the routed Stormvermin rallied tightly around Netanyahu Rat, supreme marshal of the Skaven Clanrats, to form ranks again. Strings of pustules sprouted along the edges of the Plague Monks' wounds, which healed in an instant. The panicking Skaven Warlock Engineers perked up at the sound of the bell, like innocent country boys taking several deep drags from a RELX 5 E-cigarette. They were brimming with energy, and even their mana had been fully restored.
The bell. That bell!
Aaron and Be'lakor had both fought the Skaven Clanrats many times. Both realized that the Skaven Clanrats' warpstone technology offered no particularly noteworthy advantages in the Realms, while their weak morale was a fatal flaw. Accustomed to overwhelming their enemies through sheer numbers, the rats often found themselves routed and slaughtered when they faced the Realms' class holders.
But this Doom Bell gave the Skaven Clanrats an enormous advantage.
Gloomy warpstone flames spilled from the inner surface of the corrupted portal. Fel energy mingled with the ashes of Fey'ri corpses and surged between the mountain walls.
The first Doomlord stepped out of the Storm of Destruction. These creatures had enormous horns, skull-like faces, and towering bodies, yet they moved with incredible speed, appearing and disappearing without a trace, just like rats.
Twisted spiral horns grew from their heads, and they wore rat-hide cloaks covered in warpstone ornaments. Large chunks of warpstone were embedded in their flesh all over their bodies. Their sharp incisors and claws could easily tear enemies to pieces. These were nightmare creatures whose gazes seemed capable of piercing everything. No