Stanley never once looked back as he fled with all his might. His body cut through the rushing wind like a broken arrow loosed without restraint, every step fueled by terror rather than courage.
His lungs burned, his heart thundered, and yet he did not dare slow down for even a fraction of a second.
The mission was supposed to be simple.
Five Level 16 awakeners had been dispatched to eliminate a single rookie necromancer albeit one rumored to possess a handful of powerful undead servants.
Kill the Necromancer.
Complete the mission.
That was all.
At least, that was what they had believed.
When they first spotted Thoren riding atop his undead beast through the winding mountain range, confidence had filled their hearts.
Luck was on their side.
The terrain favored them.
The enemy was isolated.
Victory seemed inevitable.
To end the battle swiftly, Wilfred and Nyssa struck first, launching a coordinated assault meant to crush Thoren before he could even react.
