The two personal guards saw them coming and tried to fight, which was about as useful as trying to stop a landslide with outstretched hands.
The guards were dead before Jorik had taken three more steps.
Jorik stopped running.
He turned to face the Demon-Lords, and for a moment, Reidar saw the old man's expression through the eyes of his summons. He understood he was done for.
"You were never struggling," Jorik said, more to himself than to Reidar, also because the man wasn't exactly there, only his summons. "The Behemoth. The portals. You had this whole thing ready the entire time."
Reidar didn't hear him.
He was two kilometers away, riding on a condor and watching through the Overmind Consciousness what was happening inside the city. He didn't even care much about Jorik.
