Wenduag is also looking at Malenia for permission and/or approval.

Camellia doesn't want a pendant or a new ring and has no use for a glaive.

Lann doesn't mind getting a pendant instead of a ring, or honestly nothing at all as long as they find the younglings they came here to find! Is this really the time to be splitting the loot? They haven't won yet.

Malenia isn't interested in picking up trinkets from the cultists, at least for now.

Strong and lets her have stuff she didn't really fight for: best boss.

This is even better than Savamelekh happening to be here and squishing everyone except her! He'll never learn she helped them and she'll never have to grovel to that bitch Hosilla again.

Elsewhere:

It's the day of the big invasion and he's unrelatedly busy killing some annoying demons when a little light in his mind, connected to a ring he's wearing, turns off.

Of all the bloody days, she had to choose this one to bite it. He's annoyed and angry and can't even take it out on her without getting someone to raise her first, and then getting them to do it again afterwards. (Being a demon of death can be so inconvenient.)

He could go make his pet wizard scry her body, but it would take an hour and he doesn't want to wait an hour because he is angry.

What the Abyss, he'll go handle it himself. He was going to go there tomorrow anyway. Terendelev's dead and no-one else in the city can threaten him and anyone coming in at the last moment to fight crusaders wouldn't be dungeon-crawling anywhere near his pet project.

Deeper darkness. Greater teleport, to one of several disguised side-chambers in the dungeon ("maze", if you insist, but he'd seen better mazes from Deskarites) reserved for that purpose.

A wall of perfect blackness moves smoothly into the room where they first fought Hosilla, as fast as any human (or neather) can run away.

Oh shit -

Wenduag doesn't even bother crying out, she just bolts for the stairs with the intention of never stopping and never looking back even if she hears Savamelekh Himself, because to look upon his face when He is angry is to die.

She doesn't even notice that the approaching demon is covered in a shroud of darkness, but she does notice that it's likely much more powerful than anything they fought here before. She engages the demon cautiously.

Seeing Wenduag's reaction, he knows they're in troubly, even if he isn't entirely clear on the exact nature of it. 

He'll try to get in front of everyone and cover them, because it seems that he can actually take hits even better than Seelah.

Seelah would like to charge right in but she can't, actually, fight in total darkness, and neither can Anevia or Lann shoot into it to any real effect!

One interesting fighter with something like truesight, and a bunch of rabble who can't do anything.

He can stab her every second and more, with four long hands that can reach all the way around her body if she closes in. The very few mortals who are strong enough survive that for more than a couple of rounds will, instead, die of the concomittant energy drain, if they had no idea they'd be facing him and neglected their death ward. And at the same time he can bite her and sting her with his tail, which confuses the weak of will. And if she has truesight to pierce his darkness and still looks him in the eyes, she has only herself to blame.

How dead is the golden-limbed woman, after a round?

Not particularly dead.

She takes some of the dagger hits, and it seems like the energy drain is working at her, until she lunges at him and lands her own hit, and then she's at full strength again.

Hey, that's his thing! ...but it'd be stupid to stand here trading vampiric touches to see who drops first.

But he has a tried and true way of dealing with crusaders (anyone who kills one of his minions, on the day of the big attack, while wearing that much gold, is probably a crusader): stab them in the minions, that's where it really hurts them, and then threaten them to stab some more.

He flies up to the ceiling of the room, which is conveniently two stories high, and hides the darkness-emanating pebble. The warrior has four minions in the room; are they foolish enough to look him in the eye?

And if they don't want to look him in the eye for some reason, but still want to look at him to aim their puny arrows, how about they look at the sheet of paper with a symbol of death that he just unfolded and is holding over his chest?

He tracks the cloud of darkness as it flies up, and he knows that his companions likely do the same. He feels the wave of death emanating from the now-dispersed darkness, and while it passess around him, he knows it spells an end to everyone around him.

He brought them here, and now they are going to die. He led them, and they followed him to their death.

The worst thing is, he knows the exact concept that can save them. He studied it extensively, when he sought a way to cure his sister that was within the bounds of the Order he was born in.

The absence of Death, that negative space within the enforced rules, ensuring that some things are truly eternal. 

If only he was a god in truth, if he had the power to enforce that Order around him, at least on a small scale –

Something responds. Something that resonated with his heart, and lives there still.

The Light of Heaven glimmers, and shines, and swells into a roaring torrent of golden light that sweeps the room from roof to floor.

There will be no more darkness, it promises. No death and decay. Not here, not today. Only the strength and the splendour of life, the life that is itself the greatest Good as long as it does not serve Evil.

For this one moment, the Light of Heaven blazes.

What the Abyss was that? That little mortal had a mass death ward in her pocket?! He didn't even know that was a thing! And she used it as a reaction the moment she saw him, before his symbol of death could kill the other minions! He didn't know that was a thing either!!

This, together with the golden warrior, is quickly growing from an annoyance to a concern, which is to say: there's a real (tiny! but real!) chance he'll actually lose this fight, if he's stupid enough to keep fighting it.

He is very angry and will become much more angry if he learns these people messed with his mongrels and not just with Hosilla. Luckily, he is an old and wise demon and knows how to deal with that safely.

Greater teleport, to some demons he can safely kill kill kill until he's calm enough to check what the Abyss is going on here.

Some things are too fast for ordinary mortal eyes to track.

Seelah sees a great bolt of light, the same light she saw around Miquella when he picked up the angel's sword, descend from Heaven (*) and clear away the darkness to reveal a great demon; she blinks, dazzled for just a moment, and the demon itself is gone, erased from reality. 

She grips her sword tightly and looks around for enemies, but it makes her feel small and - foolish. Like an ant in the presence of giants fighting, trying to sting their iron-shod feet.

"What. Just happened?"

(*) Heaven isn't really up above us; a ceiling is as metaphorically Heavenwards as the sky.

"I... I think it fled. It had... almost killed all of you, and only Lariel's light prevented it... I'm sorry, we're being too rash..."

He leans on Malenia, exhausted after channeling the light.

"If that was needed just to drive it away it must have been a very strong demon!

"Did you see what kind of demon it was?" Anevia wants to know, because the obvious implication is that it's liable to come back, somewhere Miquella and Malenia aren't.

"And is Lariel's, uh... legacy going to keep doing that?"

"I'm not familiar with the kinds... It tried to blanket us all with pure Death, is that identifying?"

"I don't know, I... didn't expect it to do something like that at all? I have no sense of its power.."

"A 'death demon' sounds like nabasu," Anevia says, "they can fly and generate darkness."

"Nabasu turn people into ghouls and also grow stronger when they do it, and luckily after they've grown strong enough they invariably fuck off - nobody knows why - anyway, instead of seeing nabasu grow infinitely strong, or all of them reach the same strength and stay there, we keep seeing weak ones get stronger and then leave. We thought they lose the power after a while, or maybe they use it up on something."

"A powerful nabasu could kill all of us except the two of you, but I think it would still take it a minute or two. If one found a way to grow stronger than usual... that could be very dangerous."

"There's a cleric spell called death ward that protects from nabasu abilities, but it's fourth circle and doesn't last long, so you're usually out of luck unless you have a strike team prepared for a nabasu or a lot of convenient scrolls."