The group settled into a makeshift camp near the Lich King's ruined hut as twilight deepened over the bone-strewn island. Cassandra's new skeletal legions patrolled the perimeter in eerie silence, their hollow eyes glowing faintly under her command. The bone mage herself sat cross-legged on a pile of remains, humming happily while sorting through scattered artifacts.
Neo leaned against a weathered pillar, the Necro Essence crystal cool and heavy in his palm. It pulsed with dark energy that resonated uncomfortably with the Sword of Light at his hip. Beatrix nestled against his side, her pink glow now subdued to a soft radiance that warmed his skin. Her daughter and the other girls sprawled nearby, tending minor wounds and sharing potions. The air still carried the metallic tang of battle.
"You were incredible," Beatrix murmured, tracing a finger along the edge of his jaw. Her tail curled possessively around his waist. "The way you drove that final strike… it made my blood run hot."
