No power was more inspiring than the people's trust.
They had all come back. Everyone had come back!
Prince Farondis wanted to burst into tears. Ten thousand years of perseverance, effort, and sacrifice had not been in vain. In the end, he had won everything back.
Everything had begun with the Burning Legion, and everything ended with the Burning Legion.
The people of the Court of Farondis fought the Legion demons.
Their cursed bodies could neither die nor be destroyed, and that gave Farondis's people tremendous courage.
This had once been the wound that haunted their entire lives, the nightmare that shrouded their dreams. Now, however, the curse had become a potent weapon against the Legion demons.
The warblades of the Legion's felguards and Doomguards pierced their bodies, but could not take their lives.
The people of the Court of Farondis lacked sufficient fighting strength, but without attacks against their minds, they were an undying army of ghosts.
Imonar watched these twisted souls, neither human nor ghost, and raised the Soul Abyss Gem high.
The Legion never lost a battle. Even if they failed to achieve their intended objectives, they would make their opponents pay a terrible price.
Earlier, with the Tidestone and that brat Rowan present, Imonar had held back, unwilling to strike at the ants of the Court of Farondis.
Now, however, it was too late. Prince Farondis and Rowan's clever little tricks had driven Imonar into a corner.
The Void Warship carried Imonar's miniature arsenal, stocked with more than ten thousand infernal rockets.
"Farondis! I gave you a chance, but you missed it. You lowly mortals have no idea what mercy means!" Maw fire surged from Imonar's palm, shrouding the entire sky above Nar'thalas Academy.
To destroy the entire Court of Farondis, Imonar released all the Maw