Thud! Thud!
Under the still atmosphere, Thoren slowly summoned his undead elite squad. The undead Storm Tyrant stood valiantly behind him.
On his right was the undead Royalty Stonewall, on his left was the undead Elite Jackal Beastman, and lastly was the undead Guild Captain.
Their mere presence alone made the air tremble, and a suffocating pressure hung in the air.
The quiet backyard seemed to sink beneath their combined aura.
Even the faint wind that had been moving through the abandoned building appeared to slow down.
With the vanguard present, Thoren stared at the quiet building, and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes. Through the undead Echo Scarabs, he had already detected the location of all the Slave Trade Guild members.
Every room.
Every corridor.
Every hidden corner.
Immediately, he positioned the undead Guild Captain at the front exit while he positioned the undead Elite Jackal Beastman at the backyard exit door.
