I can’t stop thinking about final battle between Dark Urge and Gortash.
As Karlach strikes him down with her axe in fury, he makes one last effort to lock eyes with Dark Urge. His body falls heavily on the ground. One word escapes his mouth.
“Durge”.
He came up with that ‘nickname’ for Dark Urge when they started working more closely together.
In Gortash’s final moments Durge falls on their knees, grabs his hand and gently holds his head.
They both knew this day would come. They knew they’d have to kill each other in their masters names eventually.
They just both wish it was under different circumstances.
In a perfect world, where they would have ruled as one perhaps things could’ve been different.
“Farewell my dear old friend” Dark Urge whispers.
