Thoren raced out of the palace at his maximum speed, his boots pounding against the ancient stone as his undead minions surged around him, matching his pace without falling a step behind.
Their movements were eerily synchronized, a silent tide of death flowing at his command.
The sky that had once been bright and deceptively calm was now shrouded in an ominous gloom.
Dark clouds churned overhead, twisting unnaturally, as if responding to the horror unfolding below.
Screeeech!
From behind him, a ghostly scream tore through the air, sharp and piercing, followed by a heavy tremor that shook the ground beneath his feet.
The earth quaked violently, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the palace courtyard.
"Who the hell set up such a terrifying blood sacrifice?"
Thoren cursed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as adrenaline surged through his body.
Suddenly, he skidded to a halt.
