As the ancient mage collapses into viscera and rot, it groans, "His Eternal Splendor will return to deal with your insignificant race!"
As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Your triumph against the Hopeslayer will be laughably short-lived. Do not grow too comfortable in this world, as it will soon be reclaimed by its true masters. His Eternal Splendor still broods in his citadel!"