"The peace of submission?" Sulyvhan spat a mouthful of black blood onto the rock. "You call that the enslavement of souls? I should have listened to the warnings... You can't trust a woman of your kind."
He then turned toward the seven generals who were encircling him with their new arcane powers... Draken, Stavenger, Ashborn, Silvernight, Kaelen, Pendragon and Dantalion stood ready, their faces marked by an arrogance that only divine power could generate.
"And you..." growled Sulyvhan as he pointed his two twin blades toward them. "My 'brothers in arms'. You have traded your honor for a leash. You think this arcane mana will make you equal to the gods? You are nothing but dogs that have just been vaccinated against freedom."
"Enough talk, Sulyvhan!" thundered General Draken, his red eyes shining with a new fire. "Your era is over. We are the new pillars of humanity!"
