"You, look at me, black night six" Malachar commanded, Zaltar raised his head up steadily from his bowing position, his face dripping with sweat, he looked up to Malachar who was sitting on his high throne with the blood red flames burning behind it, it was his turn, this was the end for him. "I believe you were also part of the defectors, or am I mistaken?" Malachar asked, Zaltar was silent, then he summoned the courage to speak; "No...no my lord, you're not wrong, you can never be wrong" he answered "Can you give me any reason why I should let you live?, any point to justify your existence at all?" Zaltar was frozen, he searched his memory and knowledge to try and cook up an answer, then something came to his mind; "My Lord, I have disposed of two sentinel devil hunters in my life time, I believe I am still strong enough to fight the guardians and..." "You disposed of two sentinels you say?, the last time you fought any devil hunter was 300 years ago, and ever since th
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