Norton's body trembled, his muscles frayed to tatters. Every vein burned as the crystal within his chest strained against the weight of his fury.
The black fire coating his greatsword flared so brightly that even the undead swarm paused, as if afraid to take a step closer.
From afar, it looked like the sheer defiance of the dying general made them feel threatened by his aura alone.
Erasmus, however, only spread his skeletal arms wide, welcoming the sight. "Yes… That's it. One last howl before the silence."
With his will, the Lord of Death made the Undead surge forward once more, dozens of Artemian corpses clawing at their former general.
But Norton ignored them. His gaze locked onto his target, his final strike meant only for the parasite before him!
"Erasmussssss!" Norton howled, channeling every shred of his aura, life force, and rage into his blade. "Even if death takes me, I will drag you down with me!"
