"Your hubris is as entertaining as it is ignorant." The wolf growls. "To kill a deamon is nothing more than a temporary hinderance. Much like your species." "Don't worry though we will meet again. I just need you to carry on." With a howl the wolf dissipates into the warp. Without it to sustain, the sun implodes on itself. At is heart floats the mauled corpse of the deamon dragons physical form. Coiled around a gold glowing archaic sword. Of Karnis there is no trace.