The Warlock used his staff to block the sword strikes of the guards. He began chanting loudly and waved his hand at the closest guard. The man began screaming and clawing at his own face. Aramis watched in disgust as the man’s flesh began melting off his body. The guard dropped dead to the ground a moment later. Aramis tried to close the distance to help the guards.
He was too slow. The Warlock dispatched the other soldiers in a similar fashion and disappeared into the main keep. Aramis growled in frustration. He could feel the power of his tattoo pounding in his body. He denied the temptation to use it.
Entering the keep, he found a scene of chaos and death. Servants and soldiers alike lay dead. Blood was on the walls and the floor. Booted footprints smeared the blood in places. Aramis
