Soon, the miasma closed in. Jake kept trying to get free as his body weakened… His resources were exhausted, and his internal organs began to decompose. His vision went dark as time seemed to slow down, and he pulled on the final thing he had. A deep, thumping sound echoed a single time, but Jake instantly stopped it, as he got an odd sense of wrongness… A second later, a message echoed in his mind, and his consciousness ceased to exist.
You have died.
Vilastromoz sighed as he watched the fight reach its conclusion. Jake’s strategy had been all fine and good—against a normal opponent. However, the one named the Necromancer was far from normal and not someone who would die merely from having his chest blown apart.
He was a general working directly under his fellow Primordial, after all.
