Crack!
The undead servant grabbed one of the guards by the jaw and lifted him into the air as though he weighed nothing.
The man struggled frantically, his arms flailing as he tried to break free, but his efforts were utterly useless.
"Ahhhh!"
A horrifying scream tore from his throat.
Slowly, deliberately, the undead servant tightened its grip. Bone crunched under immense pressure.
The guard's jaw shattered piece by piece in a slow, agonizing torment.
Blood burst forth, mixed with fragments of teeth and bone, splattering onto the ground below.
Beside him, the second guard stood frozen in place.
His entire body trembled violently. His heart pounded so loudly he could hear it echoing in his ears.
Every hair on his body stood on end.
He wanted to speak.
To shout.
To scream.
To threaten.
But the suffocating terror gripping him silenced every instinct.
A cold chill crept up his spine.
Slowly, he turned his head and met Thoren's piercing gaze.
"Take us to your boss."
