[Moloch]

Without so much as a grunt or whisper, the blade pierces Orodyn's heart.

I couldn't save you, Dun...

A dishonorable death. A small one.

An insult to them all.

Such was the death of Dinirays' templar.

Quiet.

A murmur, before the wailing began.

Perhaps, his tale would make ripples. As the last ember going out, holding back the foreboding thought...

of the dark days that loomed ahead.