Tremors rippled through the outer walls of the cavern. Leif, standing guard at the exit, could feel a wave of enemies closing in. His grip tightened around his wand, eyes scanning the shaking ground, until a sudden explosion of mana erupted before him. The blast tore apart the landscape, dust and light swallowing everything in front of him.
Leif shielded his eyes from the glare, and when he looked up, his heart skipped.
“Fren…?” he muttered.
High above, Fren hovered in the sky, the source of the destruction. Below, the horde was advancing, undead warriors cloaked in shimmering runes, each symbol pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.
“Those runes… protection and amplification? Are they the captains Shin mentioned?” he thought. Then he clenched his teeth. “Doesn’t matter. Everything here is
