Roen's eyes widened in disbelief. His voice trembled as he stared at the dissolving corpse.
"It was just a puppet..?"
A heartbeat later rage boiled through him.
"FUCKK!" Roen yelled violently as it scraped his throat. His fist slammed into the ground and dust scattered.
An eerie laughter echoed across the battlefield. It did not sound human, instead it felt like a thousand whispers crawling inside the skull at once. Black mist drifted across the broken stone like spilled ink and slowly gathered. It twisted and curled until it shaped itself into a tall, crooked silhouette.
The figure looked like a mage, yet his form was unstable. His robes fluttered even though there was no wind.
