Chapter 746

Chapter 746: Attempt to Unbind

That day, Mor’zul returned to the Storm Altar with a bundle gathered from Moonbrook. He organized the items inside his small tent while Jesse waited outside. When Mor’zul emerged, he carried several scrolls in one hand and a tome clearly crafted by Orcs in the other, reminding Jesse of the damaged grimoire documenting Life Tap he’d obtained earlier.

"This belongs to the Shadow Council, Jesse," Mor’zul said. "It details Gul’dan’s summoning circle. When the Horde invaded Lordaeron, this circle let him move between battlefronts and rear lines to maintain control… until Orgrim Doomhammer shattered the Shadow Council. Many Orc warlocks fled with such artifacts, allowing us to acquire their knowledge."

He handed the grimoire and scrolls to Jesse. "The scrolls hold our transcriptions. Compare them to the Orcs’ original to spot discrepancies—though I see none. I can’t part with the original; its value is beyond measure. But our copied scrolls are yours."

"Have all warlocks here mastered this teleportation circle?" Jesse asked.

"For leading summoning rituals, Elaine and I are most skilled. Kahlor can lead, as could the late Regis Fall. Gladys manages too, though she’s less experienced—we only let her summon demon servants currently. Supporting roles demand no special talent, just basic shadow energy understanding. Like your first successful demon summoning, partly thanks to Miss Molofeel being a demon herself, easing the process."

"I’ll study these thoroughly," Jesse said. "Also, do you know spells to temporarily empower demons? Strengthening their power?"

"Curse of Recklessness?" Mor’zul suggested. "Likely the simplest method."

"Nothing else?"

"There are others, certainly… I’ve heard Orcs wield various demon-boosting spells. I once saw a Doomguard chant to empower its Felhound, but couldn’t memorize the incantation. Ered’ruin tongue is near-impossible to mimic."

Jesse nodded. "We planned to unbind Kallez for a magical demonstration. With you back, we can attempt it now."

"Understood," Mor’zul replied. "Let me prepare Mana Potions. We’ll convene at the Storm Altar."

Watching Mor’zul reenter his tent, Jesse reflected on this patchwork warlock group’s fragile trust. Clearly, Demisette Cloyce hadn’t shared her demonic enhancement knowledge. Mor’zul’s expertise lay in summoning rituals and the Twisting Nether—others likely hoarded their own spells too. Demisette’s secret seemed genuinely valuable.

Yet Jesse found it odd. A decade post-Dark Portal, succubi weren’t novelties here. Though Demisette had fair looks and figure, she couldn’t rival Twisting Nether succubi. How did she believe seduction could coax warlocks like Jesse into revealing prized secrets? Her words hinted at routine tactics—had she obtained "demonic enhancement" this way? Perhaps most warlocks still deemed even transformed succubi incomparable to human women. Jesse himself found Vereesa far more captivating.

Just then, Molofeel glanced over as if sensing his thoughts.

By afternoon, the warlocks assembled at the Storm Altar. All surviving ritual participants attended except Demisette Cloyce (in Lakeshire) and the bound Gorzeeki. Even Gladys had recovered from the interrupted ritual’s backlash, standing resolute on the binding circle.

Soul Shards needing conversion lay before Kallez. Jesse surveyed them and declared, "Rules first, Kallez."

"Familiar routine," Molofeel murmured.

"Speak," Kallez rumbled.

"First: harm no one unless they attack me."

"Second: use only permitted magic. Third: don’t leave the Storm Altar…"

"Pointless theatrics," the Doomlord scoffed. "You enslave my soul with my true name and a contract, yet posture with these rules. Hypocritical coward."

The demon wasn’t entirely wrong—Jesse aimed to reassure the others. Ignoring the remark, he turned to the warlocks: "He understands. Begin the unbinding."

Mor’zul nodded to Elaine. Chants rose as the circle’s glow dimmed. Freed from the fading runes, the Doomlord rose, wings unfurling.

At full height, Jesse retreated involuntarily. The creature towered like a Stormwind keep—easily three stories tall, rivaling Valley of Heroes statues. Only the Altar’s colossal sword-wielding sentinels diminished his imposing scale.

Warlocks shrank back as the Doomlord sneered at their fear. "Steady!" Mor’zul shouted. "We can restrain him anytime—"

"No delays, Kallez," Jesse commanded. "Convert these Soul Shards now."

"Your will, insect."

Kallez extended his hand. Soul Shards flew into his massive three-fingered grasp, seized by dark green energy. Silently, Jesse rehearsed the demon’s true name, poised to unleash its lethal power.

The Doomlord clenched his fist. Fel flames engulfed it. When he reopened his palm, dark green fel stones clattered to the ground. The imps screeched in triumph.