The moment the Holy Son's command echoed through the tower, the atmosphere around the blood river changed completely.
Thoren finally arrived at the foot of the ancient tower and his deep blue eyes fixed upon the towering structure while an inexplicable sense of danger continued to grow within his mind.
The feeling had already become impossible to ignore.
Something was wrong.
Something far more dangerous than the enemies standing between him and the tower was waiting ahead.
His instincts screamed at him.
Yet Thoren did not retreat and instead, his expression became colder.
"Come out."
His voice was calm, but the moment the words left his mouth, a tremendous wave of undead energy erupted from the space around him.
Whoosh!
One figure after another materialized around him.
The undead vanguard.
Dozens of elite undead soldiers appeared simultaneously at the foot of the ancient tower.
