You leap to your feet and charge forward, unsheathing your blade as you do. A grizzled Black Wolf, about to decapitate one of your own warriors, has to turn his blade quickly to meet your own strike. You trade blows with him, but more Black Wolves are arriving by the second, and you find yourself forced back. Moments later, a voice that you have only heard in visions rings out above the clash of blades. Flanked by his bodyguards, Zhan-Ukhel makes his way into the cavern.
The sorcerer meets your eyes, and time seems to slow down as you see the snarl on his lips. His eyes are alive with hatred and, you sense, a glimmer of hesitation—or even fear. "Kill him," he growls.
One of the bodyguards rushes you, but you're ready for him. You duck beneath his clumsy swing and push him backward, but you're forced to back off as the man is joined by more of his fellows. Slowly, they close in.
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