As the battle wore on, the High Priest's chaotic aura intensified. The shadows around him writhed unnaturally, pulsing with mana that twisted and cracked like breaking bone. Each time he released a burst of power, the floor shuddered. His control was slipping.
Skitz growled low, his voice wary. "He's losing it… his mana's turning wild."
Suddenly, the High Priest raised a hand, halting his own advance. His crimson eyes glowed with fanatic light, and his voice echoed unnaturally, both a warning and a threat.
"Stop this madness," he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "You are offending the supreme God Naxxiriss! Kill me, and you'll be marked as her enemies for eternity!"
Lumberling didn't answer. Neither did Skitz.
