"This…" Lyra muttered, taking in a sharp breath of cold air as her eyes trailed across the battlefield.
All the figures from the coalition army had been extinguished. It was all too surreal. The overwhelming threat that had left them feeling helpless had been eradicated so easily within minutes of Thunderblade's shadow appearing.
Before she could spiral deeper into her thoughts, the air before them rippled violently. When it stilled, a scrawny old man stood there, hands clasped behind his back as he circled Thunderblade's shadow, muttering repeatedly under his breath.
"Interesting… very interesting," Alaric muttered, unable to tear his gaze away. Up close, the construct of the undead was far more complicated than he had anticipated.
He only snapped out of it when Lyra turned her attention to him, her eyes fluttering rapidly.
"Y-you…"
