"Kil'jaeden..."
The towering body of Archimonde was pressed into the molten lava by the equally majestic Kil'jaeden.
Green fel flames roared, igniting even the Void.
The earth was torn apart, and the surrounding area turned into scorching magma, while Archimonde's struggle became weaker.
He felt his thoughts becoming more sluggish, a stiffness from his soul, as if every blink was a gap in memory.
Vaguely, Archimonde seemed to understand that Kil'jaeden might have suffered a similar calamity, as did many other demons nearby!
However, it was too late to understand now, and in the end, Archimonde's consciousness left him...
...
Although Argus suffered from the chaotic battle between Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, the surface bore obvious scars.
Yet, at this time, batches of demons continued to return through the twisted Void whirlpools all around.
Many small commanders and leaders gathered towards a newly established square on Argus.
