An old carriage, crafted from the pitch-black wood in the Golden Lands, slowly moved across the stone paths. A horse bigger than any Azrael had ever seen calmly walked forward. On the driver's seat sat a skeleton, its two empty eye sockets burning with eerily green flames, as it nonchalantly gripped the reins.
The carriage itself looked to be transporting something; it held four metal cages that were covered with cloth, obstructing the view.
Instinctively, Azrael held his breath. From just looking at the Corruption the abomination was giving off, he knew it was not to be underestimated.
The faint echoes of the hooves of the horse resonated around the place until it came to an abrupt stop.
Eyes narrowing, Azrael used [Inspect].
Name: [Rook]
Race: [Punisher]
Danger Level: [Savage]
Corruption Rank: [Profane]
'This thing is on par with the Death Knight.'
