As Gamon's will burned, the Mana Bombs Rhonin had planted around their hiding place detonated one after another. Magnificent flames shot skyward from Niskara's ruins, blasting the barely intact battlefield apart from its center and cutting the endless stream of demons arriving from Lone Peak in two.
But High-ranking Judgment Official Quimaradun merely glanced back at the distant flames before turning around again, as though the explosions meant nothing to him. His voice remained utterly level.
"Tors is dead. She should have died long ago. It was her negligence that let another Windrunner escape back then. But that doesn't matter... I still have two! Isn't that right, little rats?"
Surrounded by thousands of elite demons, Rhonin raised his Staff with a grim expression. Behind him, Vereesa carried Sylvanas on her back, her expression equally grim. As things stood, they would have a hard time escaping, and there was no telling when the Illidari reinforcements would arrive.
"Give me that bow! You hold a secret you have no right to possess! I will say this only once! Hand it over!"
Seeing his prey refuse to cooperate, Quimaradun lost all interest in talking to them. He extended a hand toward Rhonin, in what was probably a uniquely demonic display of "goodwill," but what he received was a raging blast of fire. There was not the slightest trace of fear in Rhonin's eyes, only contempt and anger, like a tiger driven into a corner.
Several beams shot from the eyeballs floating beside the High-ranking Judgment Official, annihilating the incoming flames. A vicious gleam lit his eyes. His floating body swayed, and he extended a hand and flicked it lightly.
"Kill him! Oh, and leave the two Windrunners alive. Your bloodline is very interesting!"
At his command, the surrounding Felguards roared, leveling their weapons