"Can't you calm down?" Elisande stopped Farondis in the academy library, active particles of time slowing his movements.
Farondis gritted his teeth in hatred. The deaths of his people had utterly enraged him.
Normally calm and cautious, he was now beside himself with fury, desperate to charge forward and tear that bastard demon apart.
"How can I calm down? He's killing my people one after another! I can't calm down. I'm going to kill him." Farondis prepared to unleash disintegrating arcane energy and dispel the temporal barrier Elisande had erected.
Seeing them about to turn on their own allies, Thalyssra immediately pressed down on Farondis's wrist.
"Have you lost your mind? Are you going to offer yourself as a hostage in exchange for your people?" Thalyssra knew the most important reason behind his fury.
Farondis could disregard everything else, but he could never stand by and watch his people suffer.
Ten thousand years ago, Prince Farondis had dared to risk eternal damnation by defying Queen Azshara. The most crucial reason was that he did not want the people of the Court of Farondis to suffer abuse at the hands of Legion Demons and become slaves who were neither truly living nor truly dead.
This was Farondis's obsession, and his inner torment.
"The Burning Legion's demons don't care about your lives at all. Even if you surrender, they won't take pity on your courage and spare your people." Elisande had dealt with an envoy of the Burning Legion before, when she had gone to Black Rook Hold under Queen Azshara's orders to placate Lord Ravencrest.
A Legion envoy had accompanied her then, telling Ravencrest that accepting the Burning Legion would bring him supreme blessings.
But when Ravencrest asked what his subjects would receive, the envoy fell silent.
He had stammered out,