The Slave Trade Guild members behind him froze for a brief second.
That single second was fatal.
The undead Storm Tyrant stepped forward, and its hammer swept horizontally through the narrow passage.
Boom!
The bodies of two guild members were thrown backward like broken sacks, crashing through the wooden doors behind them.
A third man tried to duck, but the shockwave alone struck his chest and sent him rolling across the floor.
"Spread out!" someone shouted in panic.
But the passage was too narrow.
The rooms were too close.
The Slave Trade Guild members had committed countless atrocities from the shadows, but they had never imagined death would enter their hideout so directly.
"Who are you?" a tall young man roared, raising a blood red saber.
No answer came.
The undead Royalty Stonewall moved past the Storm Tyrant like a black shadow, its blade cutting through the air with cold precision.
The tall young man raised his saber to block.
Clang!
The saber cracked.
