Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

Likely the target

From the point of view of Ralathor "So you're the only one who survived?" I asked So I could take stock of our losses.
"A few Questlords survived, but not many. Angus was only one part of their attack. The Knights of Crail and their un-dead eagles killed almost everyone," Regulon said.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. Angus was smart. He knew that the Kingdom of Dundee had not warned Triton. He knew we were going to come here. He was always one step ahead. And if he was one step ahead, So was Zargothrax. The two should never have been on the same side.
"Sir..." one of the Questlords came up behind me.
I turned to him. He was all dirty and had dried blood on his face. Even So, but he had a spark of determination to fight in his eyes. He had a holographic tablet in his hand.
"All the Questlords who survived are here, and yet I caught two signs of life in the destroyed part of the fortress. One is human, but the other... I've never seen anything like it before," he said, showing me a map.
What did Zargothrax plan? What did he send Angus here with? Was the first dot him? Or was it someone else? The dot was big. It must have had a lot of energy.
"Are we going there?" asked Regulon. "It could be a trap."
"I know," I said.
"If it was Zargothrax who sent Angus, it won't be that easy. He came for something.
What do you have here?" I looked at the knight.
What could Angus and Zargothrax want?
"Except DSS Hootsforce?" scratched Regulon his head.
Then he froze. "Hey, Ralathor... Can Zargothrax use revival magic?"
"He and Angus. Both of them," I said. "What are you thinking about?"
"Here in the fortress, deep underground, there are two graves," Regulon said. "In one of them is one of the previous queens, who was a very powerful witch, and in the other..." "Angus I," I said, sending shivers down my spine.
"If Angus XIII is alive, there is a Knife of Evil. And if Angus has it and learned something from Zargothrax..." said Regulon.
"Shit..." I hissed and ran.
Now it was clear to me what Angus was grazing for. He didn't go to Dundee to get a hammer just to attack the castle. His goal was something completely different.
"It doesn't make sense," Regulon said heavily on the fly. "The place where he is is on the third floor. The graves are underground. What does he want?"
I didn't know and that scared me.
We approached a room that had a magically modified entrance. There was no normal steel door. These were made of strange black stone, and above them was an ornate portal.
Regulon drew two swords and handed me one. I accepted it. I was scared. I was scared of Angus. I was scared of what his degenerate mind had invented.
The door suddenly opened in front of us. We cautiously stepped inside and looked around warily. Then the door magically closed behind us again and disappeared, making there no escape from here.
I felt powerful magic emanating from all over the space around us. Who could have been So powerful to do something like that?
Suddenly, the torches, hanging on the walls, began to light themselves, which shortly afterwards illuminated the black throne, standing in the middle of the room and the only person sitting on it with his leg over his leg and his arms crossed on his chest. Next to the throne was the hammer of Glory.
A shiver ran down my spine. I knew very well who he was.
"It took you a while. I was getting bored," said the person in front of us. "You shouldn't have just disappeared," I said. "Angus..."