"Follow me," Jack said, turning toward the throne room's exit. "The mine entrance isn't far from here."
The procession that left Seryth's castle was tense and heavily armed. Jack led the way, his crimson-black armor gleaming in the evening light.
Kyren walked beside him, silent as always. Behind them came Seryth with her two elite guards, and then Vok'thar, Nyx'ira, and the four Thal'Gorin warriors.
Two opposing forces, walking together under an uneasy truce, all following a Soul Warden who promised to show them proof of a conspiracy that had cost thousands of lives.
They walked through the valley in silence. The tension was thick enough to cut, every demon aware of potential enemies at their backs.
But no one drew weapons.
Jack led them to the river's edge, to a section of cliff face that looked like solid stone. He stopped and turned to face the assembled demons.
