Vlarath watches in horror as Yara rips away his wards, removing the ring of lightning and rendering his physical elements corporeal once more. The two disintegrating rays splash fruitlessly against his innate defences - but all except one of Theo's strikes now find their way to the dark god's body. The holy fire of the Sword of Tariel blazes ever hotter, eager to end this immortal evil.

And, for the first time in millennia, Vlarath knows fear.