"Let them go." Orpal shook his head. "The life of those kids is already a nightmare, while the adults are unworthy of our wrath. Besides, we need to leave someone alive if we want the entire Mogar to hear the details of the day of our reckoning."
The Dead King called upon the power of his steed, Moonlight, to reach the army base of Akarn, where he had served in the military with a single Warp Steps. Orpal had been honorably discharged, but he had terminated his service when it became clear he would never be promoted past first-class private.
Akarn fell and burned as Orpal rained spells from the sky, leaving his Upyrs to dirty their hands for him. They slaughtered the cadets and soldiers, saving the drill sergeants and commanding officers for their lord.
"And you said I was unfit to lead." Orpal said while dismembering the military officers he didn't recognize and slowly suffocating the others with tendrils of Spirit Magic. "You were wrong, Sergeant Pholl.
