Ethry swept out her claws and ended an eerily still Fiend standing near a stone plinth. She was careful not to touch any equipment or trip anything hidden inside but the Fiends died like they were harvesting wheat from a field.
There was no joy nor celebration. They were still monsters responsible for untold billions of dead but they had turned on the Bastard. She would take one less worry but a disquiet filled her.
The Bastard had made plans within plans. The Realm Refiner was found too late because a purge of the divine bloodlines had ensued. The various forces were too busy with personal wars. Anyone that was involved with the construction was either consumed into the artifacts or were Fiend thralls that had no hope of betraying them in the first place.
