Whoosh!
A powerful surge of undead energy flared around Thoren, rippling outward like a dark tidal wave. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, figures began to materialize across the frozen plain.
Undead servants.
Undead beasts.
They appeared in clusters at first, dozens forming in tight ranks but their numbers increased rapidly.
Hundreds.
Then thousands.
Massive undead beasts lifted their heads and roared toward the sky, their thunderous cries shaking the air as they declared their presence.
The sheer scale of the summoning sent a cold shiver down the spines of all who witnessed it.
Fenric's heart skipped violently in his chest. His jaw fell slack as disbelief washed over him.
"How… how is this possible?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
When he compared his own skeletal army to what now stood before him, he felt a crushing sense of defeat.
His summons, which had once filled him with pride, now seemed pitiful and insignificant.
