"Do you remember the stories of the Nyxara? How she wielded dark magic to enslave the humans? Malgorth has tapped into that same power. If he's not stopped, he'll unleash a darkness that will consume everything in its path."
"I've seen the destruction he's capable of."
"Impossible," the Archmage whispered, shaking his head.
"Believe it or don't," Zalzar said with a careless shrug. Then, almost as an afterthought, he muttered something under his breath, and a swirling orb of light appeared in his hand. "This is the last memory of our encounter." He held it up for them to see, the light casting eerie shadows on his face. "You can look at it and decide for yourselves if you want to join me or not."
He placed the glowing orb on the ground between them, its light pulsating. "If you want to find me," he added, a sly smile playing on his lips, "just follow the trail of dead demons. I'll be waiting."