Flying high above the battlefield, the Ravine wore a grim expression. The battle had progressed far beyond her expectations.
The force she had deployed should have been sufficient to vaporize half of the human awakeners on the First Floor.
Yet every single beast she had sent had been slain.
Worse, they had been converted into undead.
"This cannot continue…" she muttered, her eyes burning with solemn resolve.
Whoosh!
She vanished from her position in the sky and sped deeper into the ancient forest. The situation had spiraled out of control, and it needed to be contained immediately.
Unaware of the Ravine observing from above, Thoren continued advancing with his undead legion into the heart of the forest.
The ground trembled beneath the horrifying presence of the undead army. Lush green vegetation withered wherever necromantic energy seeped into the soil.
Leaves lost their color.
Grass shriveled.
Smaller beasts fled in terror.
