"Release my people!" Farondis teleported into the corridor outside the top-floor terrace of Nar'thalas Academy, confronting the Legion hunter Imonar.
Inside the Astrologer's Tower, now converted into a temporary cell, Eddie's and Adelrie's expressions changed sharply. Imonar understood their reactions at once. He picked up the Long Fel Warblade and slowly walked out of the interrogation room.
Brimming with arcane energy and perfectly composed-the elven arcanist before him was clearly no nameless weakling putting on a brave face.
Imonar's interest was immediately piqued. Since returning to Antorus after his fourth expedition under Lord Archimonde, he had not encountered a single worthy opponent.
"Your people?" Imonar addressed Prince Farondis in fluent Thalassian.
Farondis had no interest in exchanging pointless words with Imonar. Now that Imonar had left the cell holding the Night Watch, he certainly would not let this perfect opportunity slip away.
Although Farondis had come to test him, he had never expected Imonar to stroll so brazenly out of the Astrologer's Tower.
It seems I overestimated this Legion hunter's intelligence, Farondis thought.
"You went to such lengths to seek the treasures of the Court of Farondis, threatened my people, and even used death to intimidate my subordinates. Now I stand before you. Whatever you want, come at me." Arcane energy surged around Farondis. Under its pressure, the moisture in the air boiled into steam, obscuring the light and refracting the surrounding scenery into a blur.
Imonar sized Farondis up, fel flames flickering along his long blade.
He had walked out of the Astrologer's Tower without hesitation because he was certain his life was in no danger.
How powerful could a native of Azeroth possibly be?
I am Imonar, the most infamous Soulhunter in the eyes of every enemy on every world the Legion has invaded.
*With this fel warblade,