"Next wave, please!" Zero exclaimed.
Suddenly the ground under his soles gave that low pulse again, just enough to make the dirt shiver around the bodies of the felled beasts.
The air ahead thickened, he felt it before he even saw it — the bigger pull in his chest, the way the Fragment almost vibrated against his palm.
When the thing stepped through, the noise it made was a soft scrape of rusted steel dragging through damp earth, like a shovel biting into gravel.
It was tall, easily half a head over the last hobgoblin, but what made Zero's grin tick wider under the battered visor was the shape of its armor, it was indeed broken, but still layered like someone had taken the bones of a proper Death Knight and dipped it in leftover Tier 1 garbage.
