In the depths of Shar's Abaddon, two figures approach and speak, their words barely louder than whispers and yet carrying a terrible weight and gravity all the same.
"The fool Ancrath has passed from this plane, Dark Justiciar. No longer can he protect the orbs from us!"
"Yes, Nandor. We have been patient. We have watched and waited for the perfect opportunity. Our time to strike is now.
Go. Take the strongest of our brethren with you. Seize the All-Seeing and the Unseen.
... with them, we will see our Mistress' desires realized."
"The fool Ancrath has passed from this plane, Dark Justiciar. No longer can he protect the orbs from us!"
"Yes, Nandor. We have been patient. We have watched and waited for the perfect opportunity. Our time to strike is now.
Go. Take the strongest of our brethren with you. Seize the All-Seeing and the Unseen.
... with them, we will see our Mistress' desires realized."