The cold touch of the scythe blade against his skull and the crushing sense of imminent death snapped the Dracolich out of his stupor.
"I, Phorzak, pledge my fealty to my lord!" the Dracolich rasped, relaxing his body and prostrating himself completely on the ground, his words laced with the utmost reverence.
An arch lord!
The mere sliver of an aura Orion had revealed was more than Phorzak could withstand. He knew, with absolute certainty, that the mysterious being before him was at least an arch lord, if not something far greater. Against such a power, submission wasn't just the path to survival—it was the only path.
"Excellent."
With his free left hand, Orion wrought a contract of servitude, binding the guardian of the Fiend Serpent Caves exit to his will.
His story was a tragedy of epic proportions.
