Refusing to Leave
Lane, with only Eon and Brinda left beside her, stood surrounded by an endless sea of undead.
The battlefield had become a land of death.
Broken weapons protruded from the earth like grave markers.
The smell of blood mixed with the cold scent of decaying mana.
Dark clouds rolled overhead while countless undead continued their relentless advance from every direction.
Spells continuously bombarded the area.
Green curses.
Black spheres of corruption.
Ice spears.
Flaming skulls.
The undead mages hiding behind the front lines unleashed attack after attack without pause.
Lane and Brinda were agile enough to avoid most of them.
Lane's body moved like flowing water.
Every step was precise.
Every movement efficient.
Her twin daggers flashed repeatedly as she cut down undead that dared approach.
Brinda fought several meters away.
Her purple hair was damp with sweat.
Her mana reserves were nearly exhausted, yet she still forced herself to cast.
