"I have so many enemies," Arthas remarked with a touch of dry arrogance, sheathing his sword as he began to retract his divine power. "One more or less makes no difference."
At that exact moment, in the Gnasher Race's Nest, a pillar of teleportation magic flared to life. The target wasn't a person or a beast, but a swirling pool of liquid darkness.
From his vantage point on the ridge, Orion didn't hesitate. He swung his scythe, launching an attack at the teleportation formation. But someone was faster. A blade of pure light descended from the heavens, shattering the formation and cutting off the escape.
Arthas's form appeared in mid-air, intercepting the pool of black liquid.
"Bro, is this the black gold?" Orion asked, teleporting to his side.
"It is," Arthas confirmed. "This is why I came. But this cache they had stored up... it's not enough for my needs."
