The fight against the wargs was going well enough in The Storyteller's opinion. The Champions dropped the beast like they were hot every time 1 of them made a charge, and received minimal damage in exchange. But then the wargs' master made his dramatic reveal. While Vert charged the beast with Ivan in tow trying to stop her, The Storyteller slipped his left hand behind his back. "Adeu iilaa almihallaq la tantahi abadaan min swada alfaragh ealaa alssultat lisahb hatta alalihat anfusahum min masarat kanuu yarghabun fi alaiqtirab minha" The Storyteller muttered under his breath as a black mist began to envelope his left hand.