Alyssalee severed the link with Cole. She would need every bit of her mental faculties to get out of this. Even then, she had little hope she could prevail. The mounted beasts arrived first, and these weren’t NPCs. These were real players. Probably those fleshmonger sympathizers—skeletons. All those who hoped to have a seat at Lucius’s table when their mortal lives ended.
“Scumbags,” Alyssalee mumbled. She didn’t know which were worse: fleshmongers or those vying to become ones. “Instead of cowering in this virtual world, why don’t you meet me IRL? I’ll send you into the arms of your beloved overlord all with due with haste.”
Chuckles erupted through the ranks of orcs, hibagons, vamps, and trolls as the flood of horned fleshmongers took the flank and rear. Alyssalee was completely surrou
