The terrifying explosion shook not only those aboard the Mothership, but also silenced the demons arguing over who would attack the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. Although any one of them could destroy a city, none could produce anything nearly as shocking as the Holy Church's Mothership with its supercharged blast.
One strike had reduced everything to ash. Putting themselves in the victims' place, they wondered whether they could withstand such an immense area attack if the humans fired one at them while they were fighting in the same city.
It would probably be very difficult. At that thought, all the demons fell silent.
Even Kil'jaeden grew utterly quiet. Who had created this weapon that annihilated everything? Its maker was more demonic than the demons themselves.
Looking around the silent hall, Kil'jaeden had to consider whether the Burning Legion still needed to invade Azeroth. Yet he could not disobey the Master's orders. His gaze swept over the demons.
Kil'jaeden spoke calmly. "Who still wants to go?"
The demons all held their tongues, sinking into silence.
Just as Kil'jaeden began to feel angry, Archimonde suddenly stood up.
"I'll go! The Master's glory must not be defiled. Mere humans cannot frighten me, the great demon Archimonde." With that, Archimonde cast a disdainful look around at his fellow demons. They always bullied the weak and feared the strong. Faced with a powerful opponent, not one of them uttered a word when asked. Hadn't they been so bold a moment ago, acting as though someone might steal their prize?
The other demon lords felt both shame and fury beneath Archimonde's gaze. They clenched their enormous fangs and lowered their heads.
Kil'jaeden's expression eased somewhat when Archimonde stood up. As expected of the most powerful demon aside from myself. At that thought, Kil'jaeden smiled at Archimonde. "It