Griznos sat crouched in an alien tree, his ghillie suit giving him perfect cover among the blue foliage. He peered through the scope of his rifle, looking down onto the Legion encampment. His cross hairs focused on his target, an Eredar woman in charge of this camp. By her orders the lesser demons, gan’arg they were called, began construction of fel portal that would allow the Legion to arrive in numbers beyond comprehension.
I knew this one.
She was Chief Architect Li’neera once. On Argus she and her fellows created wondrous creations out of stone and metal, crystal and magic. But she succumbed to the Legions temptations of power beyond imagining, twisting her talents into something terrible.
Griznos watched her carefully as she stood over a holo-graphic display and barked orders to her underlings. He remembered her from years ago, her skin as blue as the ocean, not the sickly red it was now. Eyes that sparkled white, glowing brighter when she was excited. Not burning with fel-green fire, twisted and sinister.
How did it come to this?
There was no time for mournful reminiscing now. She made her choice and Griznos made his. She turned from the display giving him an opening. He squeezed the trigger, his crystalline rifle firing silently into the night. Li’neera’s once beautiful visage turned into a spray of blackened ichor as her body slumped to the ground. The lesser demons stared in shock as their leader bled out onto the holo-console before erupting into a panic.
They were too distracted to notice where the shot came from. Securing his rifle, Griznos climbed down to make his silent escape as he had countless times before. He had given his people time enough to fully evacuate the planet, yet he felt nothing about this success. Only a grim resolution steeling in his heart as another friend fell the Legion.
When did this become so easy?