I had killed Narghul Sorcerers before, but most of the time, I had been fighting them one on one, usually because I fled to the edge of the eruption and did not push deep into the madness.
Above me, there were multiple Narghul Sorcerers, and I could not even give an exact number because their skin merged with the red sky, and only the glow from their eyes gave them away.
A smile touched my lips; my primary prey had arrived.
It is hard to describe what a Narghul Sorcerer does to a battlefield without making it sound like reverence, and I refuse to be reverent about them, so I'll put it plainly… the lesser demons go quiet, as they went still. It was a disquieting thing to see, tens of thousands of these creatures who were suddenly in motion before going quiet.
