Having submerged a traitor's dwelling in a sea of flame, Vardas spread his black wings and took flight. He yet needed to locate the scoundrel and exact their inevitable punishment, and his rage was plain upon his face. Of all crimes, those born of cowardice such as desertion were the least tolerable, for Hell had no need for the weak. So absorbed was he in his role that he never realized he was the only one who truly maintained order in a realm of chaos.