The passage continued downward at a gentle grade until reaching an antechamber at the base of a vast cavern. A lone Ahemait stood guard over the entrance to the main room, and when the Angels of Death emerged from the tunnel, it rose and growled. The menacing sound was deep, with gears grinding over broken rocks.
Riley held his hands in front, in the least threatening pose possible, and Azrael drew the bronze sword. The blade glowed a dull red of sunrise in the darkness, lit from an unseen source. Azrael spoke, “We’re not here to kill any more of your kind, but I’m not leaving without the souls. Make your choice quickly if you want to stand in our way.”
In all its ferocity, the creature attempted to intimidate the pair, but when it heard the ultimatum from Primal-Death, its resolve faded
