Sounds of guttural growls and bloodthirsty snarls surrounded Erend from every direction. The warrior zombies moved through the darkness with weapons raised, their dead eyes fixed on him as they slowly tightened the circle around their prey.
Erend had not expected the Trial to become this difficult.
He had fought a lot of powerful enemies before, but most of those battles had allowed him to rely on the overwhelming power that came with being a Dragonborn.
This time was different. Something within the Trial had severely restricted his abilities and left him with less than half of the power he normally had.
His strength had fallen. His defenses had weakened. Even the explosive force of his Magic that he usually relied on to tear through large groups of enemies was no longer available to him at its usual level.
