Abyssion wasn't the least bit surprised by Bloodveil's arrival—he'd seen it coming from a mile away.
His crew of Zombie Kings, on the other hand, were visibly impressed.
"No wonder he's the boss—dude's practically psychic!"
"Hmph! Doesn't matter who shows up today."
"Coming to Frostmere? That's a death wish."
"..."
Unfazed, Abyssion's Zombie Kings led their undead hordes forward, launching another wave of relentless assault.
Abyssion's psychic energy surged like a tidal wave, radiating outward. The very air around him began to thicken, space itself warping under the pressure.
Still, one thing didn't sit right with him—why would Bloodveil, the Overlord of Eastreach, risk everything to help Wraithshade by stepping into enemy territory?
He figured Bloodveil must've been duped—probably fell for Wraithshade's lies, thinking he could score an easy win. That kind of thinking? Pure idiocy. Clearly, this Eastreach Overlord wasn't exactly working with a full deck.
