While the battlefield above devolved into carnage, another clash unfolded at the edge of the chaos.
The gray-robed man drifted backward through the air, hands clasped behind his back, his posture relaxed to the point of mockery. The violence around him did not seem to concern him in the slightest. His dark eyes followed the movements of the battlefield with idle curiosity, as if he were watching a distant storm.
However, this was only what he showed on the surface. Internally, he was in shock. It was not even the ferocity of the three races that surprised him, but the capability of the young necromancer and his undead.
Now that he was seeing it face to face, he could somewhat understand Brian's feelings.
This was someone he himself would not dare to confront if they were at full power, so what hope would anyone weaker than him have?
