Inside the Burning Legion base in Krokuun, the Bone Hammer in Hatuun's hands had shattered completely. The bodies of four Felguards lay on the ground, and Hatuun had even wounded both arms of the Dreadlord leading them, but in this cramped space, he had reached his limit.
"Hah... hah..."
Hatuun held the Fel Warblade he had seized from a Felguard in one hand, planting it against the ground to keep himself upright. But wounds large and small covered the Broken chieftain's body. These demon bastards were vicious in their attacks. They did not care whether they could capture Hatuun at all.
They only wanted his soul... yes, if Hatuun's soul fell into the hands of the Burning Legion's jailers, every secret would be dragged out of him. So Hatuun had to hold on. Even if he died, he could not die here-or rather, he could not die the way the demons wanted him to.
"Get out of my way!"
Drawing a breath, Hatuun roared and charged toward the entrance to the Prison District one last time. He swung the fel-energy warblade wildly, casting green trails through the air. With the force of a tiger charging down a mountain, the madness of staking his life on this final struggle, he hacked through the Felguards blocking his path, severing one Felguard's arm.
Amid the foul-smelling blood flying everywhere, Hatuun saw hope of breaking free. He quickened his steps again, but the instant he broke through the Felguards' encirclement, a dark shadow appeared before him amid the shrieks of bats. The Dreadlord spread his arms, his sharp claws hanging at his sides.
This was the last obstacle. If he broke through, he had a chance to escape.
Hatuun leaped from the ground, raising the fel-energy warblade behind him with both hands. At that