Turbulent Times Ahead

With a flash of light, Garr's figure appeared in the dark throne room that belonged to the Chaos God he served.

"Master-"

"Useless trash!" Before he could speak, the Chaos God had already opened its mouth and spat out a sentence. The words pressed heavily on Garr and forced him flat on the ground. "I gave you power that is unimaginable in the mortal realm! YET! You still come here crawling in failure! I don't know how you even got to where you were in the first place!" The Chaos God was furious!

After it had finished berating Garr, its aura receded, giving the Undead a bit of space to catch his breath.

Garr had nothing to say in his defense. It was just as his master had said. He had been granted unimaginable power that could rule over entire swathes of Datar, and yet he had failed to complete his mission.

"I have no use for you anymore. You can do what you want. I will send someone else to take care of the Necromancer." The Chaos God's hoarse voice made the throne room tremble.