"Brune, who do you think will kill the Gralith first— you or me?" A large group of disciples gathered in front of a foul-looking mountain. Yellow pus and other revolting fluids oozed from its surface. At the center, a massive cave was carved out; around the entrance, Antics lurked in droves.
"Of course it'll be me," Brune declared with unshakable confidence. "The real question is whether you can handle all those Weeping Lords."
"Faster than you ever could," Karo snapped back.
"We'll see about that," Brune muttered, ignoring Karo and turning to his own exhausted group.