Things had gone awfully wrong. They might have underestimated their target a little bit. That was what he thought until he faced one of the spirits that came for him.
Vezrakar looked around, surrounded by the undead, hundreds of them. Then he looked up; the cloaked skeleton with blazing orbs in its sockets stood in front of them. They were isolated; he and Nassiria were isolated.
That was right; he was not alone. Nassiria with her Dragon Transformation was next to him. The only thing that stopped him from panicking was the fact that Nassiria hadn't used the True Dragon Transformation. That meant the situation was not that dangerous yet.
The undead around him were weird and ominous. They didn't release the dreadful undead like they normally did, but he knew the reason why. They were a spirit, an extension of the spirit which was the Necromancer Lich in front of him. A spirit didn't exude an aura.
