The Twin Brutes (2)

Agva ran a hand over the top of his head, a rare gesture of unease that betrayed his inner turmoil. Ever since the intruders breached his lair, a deep sense of unease had settled over him, refusing to lift. His once-porcelain face, perpetually blank and impassive, was now twisted in anguish as he gnawed nervously at his fingernails. 

He had believed, perhaps naively, that the defences he'd spent decades fortifying would be more than enough to repel any threat. Still, as a precaution, he had dispatched his most formidable servant, Malvour the Fire Flesh Golem, to intercept the invaders. 

Yet now, mere moments after issuing the command, Agva could feel the weight of an even graver disaster: his vast undead army had been decimated. All that remained of his painstakingly assembled forces were Malvour and the Slaughter Dolls, his crowning creations forged at a significant cost in time and resources.