"You're right, Uther; you've awakened me. In this perilous age, the survival of the Alliance supersedes everything. Even if he is my own brother, I must not condone such evil deeds.
Perhaps I am still not as wise a monarch as my father was, but justice—I think I can achieve.
I am willing to accept the position of King of Lordaeron and offer a fair compensation to the warriors who died in battle."
As he spoke, he looked toward Adam, "I'm sorry, Adam—my dear brother, everyone must bear the consequences of their actions, and though it pains me deeply to do this (damn, that feels good), I must.
Accept the judgment of justice!
In the name of the King of Lordaeron, I find you guilty, but I am merciful; have you any last words? This is your final opportunity."
Adam's face turned redder and redder as if blood would drip from it, and red smoke swirled around him, looking sinister and strange.
