"Ah!" Thoren was stunned for a moment.
He could not believe his eyes. He never expected the Guild Captain would be so foolish that she would try to use undead skeletons against his summons.
That was stupidity of the highest order. His lips curled up into a sneer as he muttered.
"Undead Summoning."
He might not be an Illusionist, but anything that bordered the undead was his domain.
Instantly, the skeletal hands that were trying to grab the four undead servants halted in their advance.
The pulling force vanished, and slowly from the crimson swamp, dozens of skeletal figures began to emerge.
Their bones were dark and wet, dripping with illusionary crimson mud as they climbed out of the false swamp.
The illusionary hands that should have restrained the undead servants now turned their hollow gazes toward the one who created them.
"T This!" the Guild Captain screamed, her eyes bulging as if they were going to pop out of their sockets.
