You could hear the cabal beast screaming like a child for mercy. Soon It called in it's tounge for a deployment of troops. As soon as they dropped. The same fate fell to them. More and more cabal came to the ground. And with each deployment, only more pleas for mercy could be heard. Soon the harvester retreated. The void slowly diminished leaving the silhouette of a warlock manically laughing over the disintegrated corpses. A voice gleamed in the back of your mind. "Why look oh listener mine. That is my guardian," the warlock turned to you. With a hand to help you to your feet. "You realize what you've done?" He inquired. "You made me and you enemy number one to what seemed to be... Valus protectors. I was hoping for some fun!".