"Did you think I'd let you ravage my lands and level up until you decided to come for me, Villain?!" The voice that left him was deeper and wetter than it had any right to be, scraped from a throat rebuilt alongside everything else, and that pupil-blown stare found Quinlan across the slope with nothing behind it that resembled sanity.
Easier said than done. Undead were already tearing into his flank, Serika and Vex met the dwarven shields with marks blazing and the Reservoir fueling every strike, and the fortress garrison behind them hadn't stopped shooting just because the real threat had arrived.
