Down in the physical realm, the cheering in Onyx Hall slowly began to die down as the factions mingled. Gorak stood over the kneeling hunter, his massive chest heaving slowly.
Red focused his will, projecting his voice directly into the Warlord's mind.
"Well done, Gorak," Red's voice echoed through the Troglodyte's skull.
Gorak flinched slightly. He bowed his head, his deep voice answering through the tether of Faith. "Lord. I thought you had abandoned me. I allowed her to insult you in the dirt of the Bastion, and you remained silent."
"She was ignorant," Red replied calmly from the Void. "She had not witnessed my power, nor had she seen the truth of the world above ground. I do not punish the blind for not seeing the sun. She is forgiven."
Gorak let out a heavy breath of relief. "Your mercy is absolute, Lord. I will mold her into a perfect weapon for your vanguard."
