Zarek already knew there was only one fate awaiting the Assassination Guild; Obliteration.
There would be no negotiations, no mercy, and no second chances. He understood Azaron far too well to expect anything else. This was not a battle driven by vengeance for the Assassination Guild daring to go after his son, nor was it truly about the guild breaking their long-standing agreement with the Wargraves. No, this was far simpler, and far more dangerous than either of those reasons.
It was a battle fueled purely by Azaron's boredom, and by his overwhelming love for battle, carnage, and destruction.
"Should I contact the First Sun?" Zarek asked calmly, his voice pulling Azaron back from the storm of thoughts swirling within his mind.
Azaron's attention returned fully to reality as he scoffed lightly. "Why would I want to invite that guy?" he replied dismissively. "If he comes, we'd have to divide the fun between us."
