Instantly, Solenne's expression changed.
"I knew it!"
Whoosh!
She vanished from her position and raced across the rooftops at blinding speed, leaving a powerful gust of wind in her wake.
She had hoped the situation would not become worse than it already was.
Unfortunately, she had been wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Standing atop the rooftop, Thoren's cold and indifferent expression finally faltered.
He slowly turned his head toward the source of the terrifying howl.
His eyes narrowed.
'She was right...' he thought.
However, when he remembered the trump cards hidden within his undead legion and glanced at the endless stream of notifications filling the corner of his vision, his confidence surged once more.
A sharp killing intent flashed deep within his blue eyes. Cressida and whoever stood behind her believed they could overwhelm him.
They believed they could crush him beneath an endless tide of monsters.
They believed they could force him into despair.
They were mistaken.
