Basil, the burly young man, stared at the scene before him, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Thoren had already shocked him again and again along with everyone else present.
But this time was different.
This time, terror rooted itself deep into his bones.
Watching a dead, terrifying humanoid creature rise once more. Their hollow eyes blazing with soul fire was beyond horrifying. It shattered his understanding of reality.
His muscles stiffened, locking him in place, while his breath hitched painfully in his throat.
"T-This…" His voice faltered, trailing off as his mind struggled to process what he was witnessing.
There were no words.
Only dread.
If Thoren could turn such powerful humanoid creatures into obedient undead servants, then what was stopping him from doing the same to them?
The thought struck Basil like a hammer.
His heart sank.
Memories of his earlier arrogance surged back, each word he had spoken now echoing like a death sentence.
