The Archmachinator’s clones materialize in Hell as Suri von Valancius & her retinue slaughter them one at a time. Tervantias manifests a few moments later strapped tight upon an operation table. I tower over him and smile. The haemonculus screams with panicked insanity at the realization that his best efforts to escape his deserved punishment are a futile endeavor. I snicker at his dismay.
“It’s about to get worse, Tervantias. You & your clones are going to share the pain I inflict multiplied by your numbers.” I clap my hands at him in a mocking fashion. “You just made your fate worse by trying to escape me. Bravo.”
“No,” the Drukhari screams in absolute terror.
I nod my head at him in affirmation. “Now it’s your turn to experience what hopelessness feels like.”
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