Thoren's departure did not stir any attention.
The awakeners left behind were too injured, too exhausted, and too overwhelmed by loss to care about where anyone was going.
And that suited him just fine.
Outside the town's gate, Thoren summoned a Level 10 Scorpion Skeleton. The massive undead creature emerged from the Undead Space with a low, rattling hiss, its bony claws digging into the ground.
Without hesitation, Thoren climbed onto its back and settled himself between the jagged ridges of its carapace.
At his mental command, the scorpion surged forward.
"I need to confirm my suspicion…" Thoren muttered, his gaze fixed on the horizon as the skeleton scorpion raced westward.
Everything about the Dark Tide reeked of conspiracy.
Using his second talent, the Soul Lantern of Eternal Crypt, he had discovered something others would never notice residual traces of dark energy left behind after the Dark Tide receded.
