Thoren's expression was grave as he looked at the trembling booths surrounding him.
He did not need to be told what was happening. The creatures inside the booths were waking up from their slumber, drawn by the scent of fresh prey.
Whoosh!
From his undead space, he summoned his entire undead legion in a single motion. Apart from the elite undead legion, the undead Sanguine Vultures were also summoned from the darkness.
Just as he finished summoning his undead forces, the wooden doors of every booth were pushed open from inside simultaneously.
From each of the booths, different people walked out, staring at Thoren with expressions of deep grievance and hunger.
They came from all directions, surrounding him completely. They left Thoren and his undead servants at the very center of a tightening circle of nightmares.
Surrounded by dozens of unknown creatures posing as familiar humans, many would have been terrified and lost their composure. But not Thoren.
