Now that my mission is finally completed, it's time to deliver the 'task'.
"Galle, you stay here with the fleet. The rest of you—follow me."
Ner'zhul, Deathwing, and a group of Ner'zhul's most capable Abyssal Priests followed him into the pitch-black underground cavern.
The dark tunnel was slimy and slippery, the cavern walls were covered with blackish-green mucus. The grotesque protruding stalagmites, like the tissues of a living creature, made progressing through this passage to the underworld feel like moving through the insides of a monster, heading straight into its bottomless stomach.
The Abyssal Priests exchanged glances with each other.
The players who could follow Ner'zhul up to this point were generally of the heavier-taste variety, either fans of cosmic horror novels or experts in horror games.
This eerie sight before them did not induce nausea, but rather, left them incomparably excited.
