Nightflame stared at the weapons clutched in their hands, his eyes burning with barely restrained rage.
A suffocating aura radiated from him, thick and oppressive, as if the air itself had grown heavier under his presence.
"Don't let him get the chance to rest! Fire!" the commander barked, his voice sharp with urgency.
Nightflame, however, had no intention of testing their attack again.
With a mere thought, he summoned several undead simultaneously.
Their hollow forms clawed their way into existence, emerging with eerie silence before lunging toward the guards under his command.
The guards, startled by the sudden appearance of the undead, had no choice but to redirect their focus.
Panic flickered across their faces as they raised their antimatter blasters and opened fire.
Each blast tore through the undead with terrifying precision, disintegrating them completely, erasing them as if they had never existed.
But the undead were never meant to win.
