The Curator took two steps forward, blocking Sargeras's path.
"You don't seem surprised, Karin. Perhaps you know more than I expected!" Sargeras said with a smile. "My true identity, for example?"
"The lord of the Burning Legion, the Fallen Titan Sargeras, correct?" Karin said quietly.
"It seems that foolish old man left you quite a bit of useful information, and you've made some preparations for it!" As he spoke, Sargeras glanced at the enormous Arcane Construct standing before him.
Sargeras continued, "Unfortunately, none of it will help. You should be able to guess what just happened in this tower... To me, crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant!"
Karin lowered his head and said nothing.
"But you've done very well!" Sargeras looked again at the demon corpses around him. "You destroyed one of my cards. Though that card wasn't important to me, your performance still deserves my praise! So I can offer you a choice!"
"A choice?" Karin frowned.
Sargeras abruptly changed tack. "If you've seen the illusions in Karazhan, you should know of the Legion's great achievements. We've conquered countless planets and destroyed countless races. The entire universe trembles at our feet... And you are qualified to become one of us!"
"Yes, Karin, you can choose to join the Legion. If you do, I will grant you great power, power beyond your imagination!" The kindness in Sargeras's eyes suddenly turned savage. "Or you can foolishly choose... death!"
At that instant, Karin truly felt an urge to abandon Azeroth and join the Burning Legion...
But as a person-or rather, as an elf-he had to have some principles and boundaries.
As for becoming a demon... Sorry, he couldn't do it.
"Kill him!" Karin ordered loudly.
The Curator raised his fists without hesitation and charged at Sargeras... At the same