The Fiend commanders were never fixed but the strongest rose up after those ahead were killed. After a century, they had begun to lay the groundwork for finally achieving their goal.
{You all have one more chance to be of use to me. If you finally end this gnat, those that succeed will be spared. I have no more need of you but if you fail, you will go back. You all know what that will entail.}
The dark voice terrified them. It was always there, never silent. He was no longer connected to the Divine Lands but his mark was with them forever.
There were no words but consuming and being consumed were horrifyingly different. They all remembered it clearly. No light, no sound, and no reprieve. They were made to watch as pieces of them were torn away into the darkness.
It was never coming back and one day, they would be wholly consumed!
With the hope of never going back, they willingly threw themselves at them. Even if they did not survive, if they succeeded, they would not go back!
