The Scourge Wardens were born for battle, unburdened by parents or kin. In their endless lives, perhaps the only thing that truly guided them was honor.
The honor of one day defeating the Doomguard.
"Eparus," Orion asked, his voice cutting through the quiet march. "Just how many levels does the Abyss have?"
Having clarified the Scourge Wardens' needs, Orion moved on to a question that had long been on his mind. Eparus, however, seemed to have drifted off, lost in some distant memory after recounting the story of their birth. He didn't respond.
"Eparus?" Orion prompted.
"My deepest apologies, my revered lord!" Eparus started, his expression immediately turning to one of guilt. He dropped to one knee, a gesture that caused his massive frame to shake the ground. "Before I answer your question, there is… bad news about the Scourge Wardens that I must confess."
