The three Deathless Sovereigns radiated an overwhelming presence—like gods walking the earth. They weren't just powerful; they were in a league of their own.
Meteorfall's heart sank the moment he saw them.
They really all showed up?
Suddenly, he felt like the entire Westmarch army was carrying a burden it was never meant to bear.
"Damn... if I'd known this was gonna happen, I would've shown up late too," he muttered under his breath. Behind him, the Zombie Horde tensed up, every one of them on edge, hearts pounding in their chests. They looked like soldiers staring down the apocalypse.
As Ethan arrived, followed closely by the three Deathless Sovereigns who'd been chasing him, the air grew thick with a deadly tension—like the calm before a massacre.
