"Stop arguing!" Nagaz roared. "Our mission today is to take Stromgarde, not stand around talking crap! If anyone still has objections, take them up with this Doomguard!"
With that, he pointed at the demon that had just been summoned beside him.
The tall, hideous demon was intimidating enough to look at, never mind the foul demonic aura swirling around him, which sent chills down everyone's spines.
Besides, even those who had never witnessed a Doomguard's power had heard of their fearsome reputation.
Supposedly, the most powerful Doomguard-their leader, Doom Lord Kazzak-could unleash volleys of Shadow Bolts and wipe out countless enemies in an instant.
Now that Nagaz was using the Doomguard to "keep order," it was clearly having an effect.
"Fine. I'll send my people back to prepare for the battle at Stromgarde," Amanenar said reluctantly.
But he had little choice. A wise man knew when to back down, and forcing the issue now would clearly end badly.
Satisfied with Amanenar's response, Nagaz smiled. "Wouldn't it have been better to do that from the start? Let's get ready right..."
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the crowd, cutting Nagaz off.
Nagaz felt a chill in his chest, then endless pain flooded his nerves.
He lowered his head in shock and looked at the left side of his chest.
Where his heart should have been, there was now a fist-sized hole that went straight through him. Its edges were scorched and tinged with shadow.
Blood that should have flowed back into his heart spurted into the hole, then streamed down in thick rivulets.
Nagaz stared blankly at the blood. A few seconds later, seemingly realizing what had happened, he gave a quiet "Oh" and collapsed to the ground.
He was dead. A clean, swift death.
A powerful warlock like him should