When Hearthglen saw Rhode standing before him, he felt a pang of unease.
He had only just sent people that afternoon to contact the mages he knew nearby and ask for their help, and now their target had appeared right in front of him.
Had someone leaked the plan? Had Rhode come to settle the score?
"I... I wonder what brings you here so late at night, Lord Rhode?" Hearthglen stammered.
"I'm with the Cult of the Damned." Rhode lowered his voice and brought his mouth close to Hearthglen's ear.
Time was running short. He had no time to waste on idle chatter; he needed to get this done quickly.
"Huh?" Hearthglen's mouth fell open. "Wh... what Cult of the Damned?"
"Stop pretending. You don't know about the cult your teacher, Lord Kel'Thuzad, founded himself?" Rhode put particular emphasis on "Lord."
"I... you..." The revelation left Hearthglen's mind blank for a moment, and he had no idea what to say.
Rhode glanced at Hearthglen and continued, "In fact, Lord Kel'Thuzad is also my teacher. I joined the Cult of the Damned under his guidance and learned dark magic as well."
"R... really?" Hearthglen remained skeptical.
After all, the Cult of the Damned and dark magic were closely guarded secrets, not things just anyone would know about.
Since Rhode knew about them, he was either truly a member of the Cult of the Damned, or...
He had uncovered certain facts!
At that thought, Hearthglen's gaze grew considerably darker.
If those secrets had been exposed, then he had even more reason not to let Rhode live.
Rhode's sharp eyes immediately caught Hearthglen's suspicion, so he chuckled. "You don't believe me? Then surely you'll believe this?"
Then he held out both hands, palms up.
Two masses of shadow soon appeared in his palms