General Malthorn stepped forward from the assembled court, his own presence diminished to insignificance by proximity to his king. The displays floating before him showed Earth's current state, nations falling, rifts expanding, human resistance crumbling in most regions.
"My lord, the culling proceeds within acceptable range," Malthorn reported with detachment. "Approximately sixty-seven percent of the human population centres have been eliminated or compromised."
The court erupted in sounds that approximated laughter.
Their laughter was harsh and cruel. You could feel the evil intention taking form, just from hearing them laugh.
"And our losses?" Bael'zarok inquired, though his tone suggested the answer held minimal importance.
"Negligible, my lord," Malthorn replied with the same indifference one might use to discuss the disposal of garbage. "Approximately two thousand units eliminated across all theatres of operation."
