The Armory inside Karazhan's Mage Tower was bustling.
Amid the clanging of hammers, the rambling whispers of the Old God Xal'atath echoed.
"Mortal, these constructs of yours are so crude! They're nowhere near the ones those Titans made!"
"My construct techniques are the most useful! Want to learn this more advanced knowledge?"
"Be brave and make your choice! Embracing the Void is the only way forward for mortals!"
Listening to Xal'atath's ceaseless Old God whispers, Herad suspected that those poor souls who had fallen victim to them had simply been nagged into madness.
Herad silently bestowed the title of King of Trash Talk on the Old Gods.
"Quiet down! Keep making noise and I'll take you to see a Night Warrior."
At Herad's mention of a Night Warrior, Xal'atath's voice quickly grew quieter.
Xal'atath knew just how powerful a Night Warrior blessed by Elune could be.
A Night Warrior might have some difficulty killing an Old God at full strength.
But killing a remnant soul of an Old God like Xal'atath would be no trouble at all!
However, Night Warriors were exceedingly rare.
They could also die suddenly under various circumstances.
Xal'atath soon grew suspicious, believing that Herad did not know a Night Warrior.
Xal'atath asked tentatively, "Mortal, do you really know a Night Warrior who's still alive?"
Herad did not answer, merely revealing a trace of Elune's divine power.
The aura, laden with potent divine power, instantly shut Xal'atath up.
Such powerful, special arcane energy clearly came from Elune.
If Xal'atath failed to take the hint, Herad might bring the blade before a Night Warrior, who would snap it to pieces in a fit of rage!
Among the Old Gods, Night Warriors were powerful lunatics.
Lunatics themselves were not frightening.
What was frightening was a lunatic who could kill