Magtheridon knew that Kruul would not attempt anything. When the two had been sent back to Outland, their master had given very clear instructions, that Magtheridon would be the uncontested lord of this world. The Legion did not usually police usurpation; in fact, it thrived on it. But in this particular case, the master had felt that only Magtheridon could carry out his orders, a secret command that not even Kruul was privy to. Fortunately, the doom lord was unaware of how little progress the pit lord had made in fulfilling this command.

As soon as the eredar was brought in and released by the guards, he prostrated himself before the pit lord’s throne. At least, Magtheridon assumed that was his intention. Socrethar’s legs were horrendously twisted and broken, marred by wounds that reached down to the bone in many places. It was entirely possible that the eredar had simply collapsed.

There was one who tried to contest the warchief’s rule, but he found himself beaten and exiled. That one was allowed to flee and hide, like the wounded animal that he was. His flight was subtly guided by his pursuers, to ensure that he would not seek the safety of Shattrath City. Not yet. When Magtheridon’s forces were consolidated, the dog would be flushed out of hiding, and led in the direction of the draenei stronghold – the last bastion of safety that would be available to him.