Virindi Profane tells you, "Nothing can stop the swelling tide of the storms wreathed in darkness. We shall rise as one again, your ilk will be cleansed."
Virindi Profane is reduced to cinders!
As the virindi's cloak flutters to the ground an overwhelming sense of dread and fear washes over you. For a second you feel as though millions of eyes have focus upon you from the same entity.