Killing the five members of the Slave Trade Guild did not change Thoren's expression in the slightest as he continued descending deeper into the spiral corridor.
His footsteps stayed steady and his breathing calm.
The gruesome scene behind him had already vanished into the darkness.
This time he didn't bother withdrawing his undead back into their undead space. The undead Storm Tyrant ahead of him, a massive hammer resting against one shoulder, while Garron carried his enormous butcher knife loosely in hand.
The undead Kaien remained within the darkness itself, appearing for only a fraction of a second before vanishing again, and the two shield soldiers walked right at his front.
Thoren had no intention of letting his guard down.
As the spiral corridor continued downward, one turn after another, the darkness seemed endless.
Finally, a faint light appeared ahead.
