This is insane.
Including Wraithshade, there were now four Voidborn Undying standing in one place.
If Hexarm had to sum it up in one sentence—
Terrifying beyond belief.
His mind reeled with awe. With Wraithshade's return and this kind of firepower backing him, Frostmere was about to be flipped on its head. Blood would rain, and chaos would reign.
Wraithshade scanned the cave, then suddenly remembered something. "Wait—where's Bloodleech? Wasn't he with you?"
"Bloodleech…" Hexarm paused, trying to recall. Then he shook his head. "We got hit hard by a Zombie Horde. Everyone got scattered."
"I see." Wraithshade's tone dropped slightly. Bloodleech wasn't just some random underling—he was one of Wraithshade's closest lieutenants. Ever since they'd gained sentience, the three of them—Wraithshade, Hexarm, and Bloodleech—had fought side by side, rising through the ranks of Frostmere by stomping over piles of bones.
They weren't just allies. In human terms, they were brothers-in-arms.
