Tam'sfil's pain was Q'porr's pain, shared through their common bond with the World Tree. She felt his agony peak and disappear, leaving only a void in her mind where Tam'sfil light had been until a second ago.
Q'porr shed tears of sadness but her hand held steady. She cleaved the possessed corpse asunder and released the tier four darkness spell, Death Mist. It destroyed everything organic, leaving behind only the broken Darwen.
'Behind you!' The warning resounded one second too late.
Ragnarök cut Q'porr in half at the waist, cauterizing the wound on both sides.
The Void had exploited the cover of the Darwen armor to Blink out of Tam'sfil body unseen.
Only two elves were left, too few to assume any of their most powerful battle formations and too confused to fight back. They had come prepared to fight a ruthless tactician but a tactician nonetheless.
