In the shadowed Bone Gardens, silence crushes the air. Kael’Tharok steps from darkness, Vhal’Zharuun humming faintly at his side. Eyes cold as voids, he scans his foes. Without hesitation, his voice cuts through the stillness:

“Speak quickly. You have until the blade stops humming.”

The sword’s eerie song swells — a silent promise of death.