The old mage fell to his knees.
The sword plunged straight into his chest, its sharp silver blade sliding between his ribs and piercing clean through his heart...
Medivh wore a strange expression, with reluctance on one hand, yet a measure of relief on the other:
"I did everything I could..." His voice was terribly weak. "But I couldn't resist his will..."
Karin's sword hand had reached Medivh's chest, and the blade had pierced through the old mage's back.
"I know..." he said softly. "No one can resist its will... You've already done very well."
"Thank you..." One final smile appeared at the corners of Medivh's mouth, and he closed his eyes.
His face began to change. Ram's horns grew from either side of his forehead, and flames engulfed his entire body... As death descended, Sargeras fully revealed his true form.
"Stand aside, Karin!"
Anduin Lothar struggled to his feet and grabbed his Holy Sword, Quel'Zaram. After signaling for Karin to move aside, he cut off Medivh's head with a single stroke.
All in one fluid motion.
As though someone had twisted open a shaken bottle of cola, countless strange energies erupted from Medivh's neck... Yet after touching the ground, those energies seemed to vanish without a trace... Medivh's corpse shriveled, and the silver light on Glamdring's blade dimmed with it.
There were no demons here anymore.
Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. "We've eliminated the greatest threat to this world..."
"Yes!" Karin nodded and looked around.
Lothar looked exhausted, and one of his arms seemed to be slightly fractured, but overall, he was not seriously hurt.
Aegwynn had slipped away without anyone noticing... Perhaps Medivh's words had dealt her a blow; perhaps, as in the history of Karin's previous life, she had gone to find a way to resurrect