Elvae stood in a small clearing in Duskwood, his axe in the dirt next to him, his shield planted, standing upright, to his left. He looked around, his blue eyes glowing fiercely, trying to spot Da'hax, the demon he had made a deal with to meet here. He was hoping he brought Sevastian with him, as discussed, but if he didn't, Elvae would have to break him, to find the boy.
Suddenly a green, swirling portal of fel opened fifteen yards from him. Elvae threw on a fake, devilish smirk, yanking his axe from the dirt. "I'm glad you came, brother," he called out as he saw someone step out of the portal. . . followed by four more pairs of feet. Elvae faltered, tilting his head, before the green portal died, allowing him to spot the demons that had stepped through. As soon as he had, he froze in place, his stomach twisting. "Good to know you still think of me as such, Elvae. Still calling yourself that, are you? You should've changed your name, it would've made it harder to find you," Katahn said, his black, leathery wings unfurling from his back, his red and green skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight. The Wrathguards that followed him stood, their twin blades glowing a deep orange. Elvae stood, still frozen, before he blinked, shaking his head out. "You. . . you're really here," Elvae said, taking a half step back. Katahn barked an order and the Wrathguards fanned out, forming a half-circle, with Katahn in the center of their side. Elvae had nowhere to run; behind him was a steep cliff-face, and in front of him, four very powerful, very hungry demons.
"Well of course I'm here. When Kil'jaeden orders me somewhere, I follow his orders," Katahn said, a green spear shining to life in his hands. He gave it a twirl before slowly walking forward, the Wrathguards following suit. Elvae looked around at them all, his throat raw. "So you're here to kill me, then?" he asked, turning his eyes back to Katahn. The Man'ari smiled, shaking his head. "No. The Wrathguards are just here to make sure you don't get away," he said calmly. Elvae swallowed hard and gripped his axe tight. "So what do you intend to do with me, then?" he asked, ripping his shield from the earth. Katahn chuckled, tutting. "Well, I can't give it away, can I?" he asked, shaking his head. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked, stopping in his tracks, the Wrathguards doing the same. Elvae's upper lip upturned and he shook his head. "Stop playing with me. Either take me, or die trying," he said, twirling his axe. Katahn sighed, shaking his head. "If you insist," he said. He then flung his spear at Elvae, and as Elvae caught the spear on his shield, Katahn flung something at his feet. Elvae just had enough time to glance down, blinking at the green, sphere shaped object, before it exploded and trapped Elvae in a massive green square cage of fel energy. Elvae hacked at the wall of the cell, growling when his axe bounced off. He swore and looked at Katahn. The Man'ari laughed, smacking his knee. "Just give it a moment, brother. It'll only take that long," he said, retrieving his spear. Elvae then felt it. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground, dropping his axe. His head felt like it was in the clouds, and he couldn't think straight. The last thing he remembered was the barrier disappearing and Katahn grinning down at him.
"Welcome back, brother."