Cold terror gripped their hearts. Several stumbled backward, dropping weapons. One fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.
Even one of the injured Body Tempering practitioners faltered for half a second.
That was enough.
Vayne drove his blade straight through the man's chest.
The first Body Tempering practitioner fell.
The second Body Tempering fighter managed to destroy one of the Bronze-grade undead with a powerful downward strike, shattering its head.
But Aiden simply clenched his fist.
Dark energy surged.
The fallen Bronze-grade undead twitched, and rose again.
The bandit's face drained of color.
"That's impossible—!"
Before he could retreat, two Basic-grade undead grabbed his arms. Vayne stepped in and cut him down cleanly.
Now only one Body Tempering practitioner remained.
The camp was already collapsing. Fires from overturned torches began spreading across tents. Screams filled the clearing.
The last practitioner tried to break away.
He didn't make it far.
