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Sire Denathrius: Impossible! I am... eternal... |
Remornia: This is not the end, Master! Let me preserve you! |
General Draven: The blade has drawn in his essence! |
Remornia: Zovaal shall restore you, Master! We will have vengeance! |
Prince Renathal: No. Denathrius will answer for his betrayal. |
Remornia: Treacherous Prince! I will skewer you! Slice you! Slash you! Vivisect you! Cut ribbons from your-- |
Prince Renathal: We've all heard quite enough from you! |
General Draven: If that sword truly holds the Sire's essence, I fear your spells alone cannot keep his power contained. |
Prince Renathal: True. But I know something that can. |
Prince Renathal: We will bring the blade to Sinfall. The naaru that the mortals rescued, Z'rali, has pledged to aid our cause. |
Prince Renathal: For too long, Denathrius has used the Light as a weapon against our people in the Ember Ward. Now it will be used to bind him. |
General Draven: A fitting fate for one so prideful. He will watch helplessly as we restore Revendreth and thwart the Jailer's schemes. |
Prince Renathal: Yes, my friend. Together with these mortals, we will claim victory. |