As the ancient mage collapses into viscera and rot, it groans, "His Eternal Splendor will return to deal with your insignificant race!"
In your mind, the ancient mage whispers, "There are horrors worse than us in this world, child. We merely seek a kingdom. The Spawn seek... But I cannot speak such blasphemies! Why do you fight us? Why do you aid the Enemy?"
In your mind, the ancient mage whispers, "Listen to me, outlander. The Dark Spawn did not seek to make a binding on Aerlinthe... they sought... to break... one." The pale fire in the creature's eye fades before it can say more.