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"This is a dissapointment," Azrakar called out. He stood before the heart of the settlement. The ancient forge. Heat from the heart of Arethil had been used to power it. The vast cavern ended it a great triangle, a window into the cold and dead heart of the forge itself. "It will not be easy...

Azrakar stood amid the settling dust and dying embers, the lich’s final wail still echoing off the vault stone. A cheer went up from the orcs. He let them have their moment. His gaze swept the devastation. The trolls had been a genuine test of his strength. After the curse, walking into the...

Azrakar felt the shift in the battle like a sudden drop in temperature. The lich’s focus was fractured as Vyx’aria’s drow struck from the dark. The trolls’ movements grew sluggish, their necrotic strings shaken by the spider’s unseen blades. He seized the opening with volcanic fury. The nearest...

Azrakar’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer. He didn't confirm or deny her accusation. The chamber opened before them. There was a mountain of dwarven gold and shattered relics. Azrakar spared the treasure only a glance. His eyes fixed on the lich muttering in the gloom and on the two...

Azrakar watched her work with fascination. She summoned absolute darkness. Silence followed. No clash of steel, no guttural cries, only the faint whisper of blades finding their marks. Exquisite. When the veil lifted and the undead phalanx stood frozen like grotesque statues, he let out a...

Azrakar’s laughter rolled through the cavern like distant thunder, deep and approving, as her words lingered in the heated air between them. "An audience," he rumbled, stepping onto the bridge at her side, flames crowning his horns flaring brighter with every stride. "Then I shall ensure the...

Azrakar watched her endure the extraction without a cry. The only betrayal was a sharpening of her breath and the faint sheen of sweat at her temple. When she turned those crimson eyes on him, pain turned into something fierce. His own gaze met hers without apology. "A mark?" he rumbled...

Azrakar turned as she approached. His dark skin was covered in darker blood. Cold and dead, there was little satisfaction in slaughtering corpses. The demon hunters has underestimated him. Still, it was good to flex his power again. He looked down at Vyx. His eyes traced the blood darkening...

Azrakar’s eyes ignited as the necrotic blast tore toward them. He stepped forward, placing himself squarely between Vyx’aria and the surge of green death. The sickly energy slammed into his chest and shattered against obsidian skin, hissing into harmless vapor that coiled away like smoke. The...

Azrakar halted at the center of the hall, flames crowning his horns flaring higher as the stench of undeath rolled over him. His molten gaze fixed on the warped dwarf with cold recognition, lips curling in disdain. "I wondered what vermin had slithered into these halls while I slept." He took...

The goblins didn't occupy the first chamber. With the doors sealed behind their knowledge, they had remained in the deeper sections. Those secret doors that had decayed and failed, which led to the surface, had become their routes in and out. "Not a welcome for you!" Azrakar observed. "What a...

He cast one brief glance back at Vyx’aria. Her silent approach and the way her eyes traced his runes couldn't be missed. A flicker of pride kindled in his molten gaze. "No aid," he rumbled, voice deep enough to vibrate the stone beneath them. "These gates were forged to defy fire like mine. A...

Azrakar’s smile sharpened at her murmured tease. "Silk burns slow," he echoed, voice a low growl of promise, "I like that. I look forward to discovering how brightly you blaze, spider." He surveyed the slope ahead: pristine white and unbroken. "Old Khazar was thorough," Azrakar rumbled. "I...

Azrakar’s eyes burned brighter at her words, a low growl of approval rumbling deep in his chest as the warmth around her pulsed once. It was deliberate and teasing. It would be like a flat palm trailing along her spine without ever touching flesh. "Restraint is merely the art of making the...

Azrakar glanced across at her as she drifted nearer, the faint smirk on his obsidian features deepening into something almost indulgent. The heat rolling from him intensified subtly, a deliberate gift rather. It wrapped around her like a cloak woven of embers. "Displease?" he rumbled "No...