Whoosh!
From within Thoren's undead space, dozens of Undead Starved Drakes burst forward.
The air inside the arena trembled beneath the force of their arrival.
The undead beasts surged forward like dark storm clouds gathering for destruction.
"Kill," Thoren commanded through a mental order.
Whoosh!
Instantly, the dozens of Undead Starved Drakes shot forward at breathtaking speed as they rushed toward Demon Malzareth.
Malzareth slowly turned his crimson gaze toward the incoming swarm.
For the first time since the battle had begun, a flicker of genuine surprise appeared in his eyes.
He knew that powerful necromancers existed in the Abyss, beings capable of commanding vast undead legions.
But he had never expected such power to come from a mere human.
And certainly not from a human necromancer.
Humans were weak creatures.
None of them had ever reached the higher floors of the Abyss before.
Yet the mortal standing before him commanded a terrifying undead army.
