Wraithshade was on a mission—vengeance against Abyssion. But first, he needed to rally the old crew. He stalked along the edge of the swamp, his mind pulsing with psychic signals.
"Rise… my warriors..."
The command echoed far and wide, amplified by his mental force.
But the swamp stayed eerily quiet. No response. Not even a whisper.
Bloodveil scanned the vast, misty expanse. It was his first time seeing a swamp this massive. "Hey, you sure your guy didn't get eaten by some mutant beast?"
"Hmph… Don't worry. Bloodleech wouldn't go down that easy," Wraithshade replied without hesitation.
Bloodveil raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by the confidence. That kind of certainty meant Bloodleech wasn't just any grunt—he was something else.
Wraithshade kept moving along the swamp's edge, Hexarm and a few other undead trailing behind. He kept sending out signals, but the surface remained still. No movement. No signs of life.
