The Might of a Primordial

Vex.

The Hexblade. Black Fang's disciple. My future wife.

She was staring straight at me.

She knew.

"Stop pretending to be a weakling!"

Her voice once again rang across the battlefield, louder than the howls of the undead.

"Show me the might of a primordial!"

Time was ticking by in slow motion as I watched her lips turn upwards into a big grin. She must've been aching to make this revelation for a while now.

… So the cat was out of the bag.