Fangir grew increasingly desperate as his throw had failed, even though he had ripped the hair out of his assailant's scalp. The champion rambled about something, though the archdruid was no longer listening, and hardly would have been able to respond what with Soran's breath choking him. As Fangir began wildly stabbing backwards, he felt the blade jam into something hard, presumably a rib. Triumph washed over him, though the feeling was short lived. He suddenly found that arm being encased in ice similar to his back.

Heaving violently as his lungs struggled to free themselves of the demonic smoke and largely immobilized, Fangir simply collapsed into the muddy ground face-forwards, dragging the champion down on top of his due to the ice that attached the two. His time was running out, he knew. His face buried in mud and the smoke above impossible to breathe anyways, it was only a matter of time before he would suffocate, assuming that the champion didn't kill him first. Still, he might as well try to drag the damned Klug warlord down to hell with him.

He concentrated, willing with all his might that all the dirt and stone within ten yard fling itself into the air, before falling back down to bury the two beneath a few tons of earth. The ground began to twitch, slowly warping, and then all hell broke loose. Soran had arrived, and upon spotting some bestial-looking Klug looking at something on the ground, he cupped both his hands together. With the champion distracted by Fangir, Soran was able to take a few moments to conjure a fireball. The thing was small, hardly bigger than a head, but within it was an inordinate amount of energy. The construct prepared to hurl the projectile. So much as a glancing blow would make the fireball explode with enough force to blow apart a statue. Even beneath the champion and shielded by the very mud and ice that trapped him, Fangir would probably be incinerated along with his enemy if the fireball struck its target.

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Emily would receive no response from Shaige. With a featureless face and a partially incorporeal body, physical speech was impossible. His magic was potent enough to manipulate the air around him to form words, as he had done minutes ago before obliterating the false sun, but such magic inevitably took a considerable toll. The Keeper was not about to waste his energy communicating with the wretch before him, and nor did he have any desire to restore a telepathic link and be forced to suffer seeing the woman's accursed thoughts.

So it was in silence that he grabbed her by the neck and suspended her a few feet above the ground, his ghostly body showing no signs of strain from the physical activity. Then, with a forceful throw he sent the rogue being flying towards the portal. The icy claws caught her, mere contact from them being enough to numb flesh. The demon reaching through the portal dragged Emily into the frigid hell that was Kokytos, and then the rift closed. Satisfied that he had condemned her to a horrible death, either as a sacrifice for use in some infernal magic, or worse, as a slave, Shaige turned to see the temple.

The last ragged remnants of the Klug that had tried to defend the temple were now being surrounded on all sides by a horde of flying pain elementals. The zealots, having hacked their way through the army that had been retreating from them, were now free to march up to the temple. With a telepathic command, the Keeper ordered the pain elementals to stay outside of the temple. Otherwise, they would have been more than content to relieve themselves by inflicting torturous deaths on all the Klug cowering inside.