Warlord Kraven of the Blood-Axe Cohort remained standing by the cursed black-iron table. He reached down and violently wrenched his spiked gauntlet free from the metal surface, the grinding sound of tearing iron echoing through the petrified bone-trees.
The surrounding slaughter-captains had already dispersed into the gloom, none of them willing to speak of the profound humiliation they had just endured at the hands of the Sect Master's heir.
Only Quartermaster Jin remained. He knelt near a bubbling fountain of hot blood, his entire body trembling so violently that his heavily warded robes rustled against the stone.
"Warlord Kraven," Jin whimpered, his face slick with cold, terrified sweat. "The Supreme One's wrath is absolute. How could you provoke him with such blunt insolence?"
