Ragnar narrowed his eyes, scanning the battlefield with a slow, confident sweep. Sizing up the crowd, he didn't see anyone who looked like real competition. He turned to Bloodveil with a smirk. "Looks like… if a high-grade crystal core shows up, it's just gonna be you and me splitting it again."
Bloodveil gave a polite smile, still playing the humble card. "Nah, as long as we can drive the Xenobeasts out of Eastreach, I'm more than satisfied."
"Hahahahaha! Great—then I'll just take the whole damn thing!" Ragnar bellowed with a booming laugh.
The last sliver of red light on the horizon was fading fast.
Nightfall was coming—and with it, the slaughter.
The undead horde was practically vibrating with bloodlust, their killing intent rising like steam off a boiling pot. They were ready. More than ready.
