The seed hurtles through the air in a shocking, dreadful moment. As Theren holds aloft his prize with a triumphant shout and turns toward the exit, the chamber’s guardians erupt into a storm of violent motion. Azor Firesworn screams, the remnants of his blackened, undead flesh shaking in hate grown through centuries of crazed desperation. The flames at his fingertips blaze into white-hot flares of light. The cracked flesh peels back from his teeth in a hideous smile as he and the other creatures lunge forward. At last, these guardians will fulfill their duty!