There was only death in the blue light.
The ghastly glow was a byproduct of the necromancer Aeterneau’s massive army of thralls. Not the zombies that sloughed about the moors like the skin from their rotting corpses, nor the skeletons that splintered and creaked as they scraped about. Continue reading
“Is it safe to do this here?”
Garridan shrugged, not because he was unsure–he just didn’t care. “They know my business.” Continue reading
Night was giving way to dawn, and all the fury and the biting steel died out with the soldiers. Those still alive retreated, or else stumbled, haggard and bleeding, lurching and heaving, limping with wounds, walking nowhere in particular–walking in a daze, walking among the intoxicating decay. Continue reading