Chapter 4
by 
Rookiegag
Will you kneel?
Not for that pile of cloth!
You summons some magic to rip that piece of cloth to shreds. Just as you feel the weaves settle into place, they´re undone. You barely have time to gasp before you feel yourself being torn apart by long spiked chains ripping into your flesh. The chains cover you, and then quickly grind you to a mass of black liquid. then they slither back in under Uldars cloak.
"Well, that´s a failure." He says, then he resumes the creation process along with his Master. Time for the third batch of Arch-minions...
Reminder to reader: Uldar can fuck you up. Bad ending...
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