Shock and disbelief
appeared on the Black-Robed Man's face. Even with his cloak concealing him, the turmoil within him was still plain to see.
His heart surged with emotion.
Those words had dealt the Black-Robed Man an overwhelming blow.
"We wanted you exposed." That statement overturned everything he thought he knew. The Black-Robed Man-no, he should be called Limas.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "How could you do this?"
"What exactly did you promise me back then?"
"You said you would help me conceal everything and make sure I wasn't exposed!"
"But now you're deliberately exposing me?"
Limas was furious, utterly furious. Rage kept rising from the depths of his heart until he felt his chest was about to burst. The crushing impact of those words had made him forget everything, including the fact that they held leverage over him and had him at their mercy.
No, even if Limas remembered, he would no longer care. The only reason he had agreed to work with the two undead before him was that they had gotten hold of something they could use against him. In the end, he had been forced into cooperating.
But if that coercion led to his cooperation with the undead being exposed, their leverage no longer mattered.
After all, having those secrets exposed would affect Limas, but at worst, he could simply leave Dalaran and go somewhere else. It would not leave him with nowhere to turn. As a ninth-rank mage, he had that much confidence. There were very few ninth-rank professionals in the world. Even ninth-rank warriors were extremely limited in number, and spellcasters such as himself were rarer still. If he could no longer get by in Dalaran, some other place would surely take him in.
But if his cooperation with the