Claskan dreamt of turmoil and pain. He watched as friends died on the battlefield, undead dragons swarming every one of them. Edgar fell, pulled under a sea of bloody corpses that pulled his body and bit at his exposed face.
Valentina used her water magic to push them all back as she and Claskan ran to Edgar’s aid. She died at Edgar’s hand, betrayal written all over her face. Claskan severed both of their connections to Xindross when he removed their heads from their bodies.
Hot, white pain filled his gut as the serrated blade of the enemy ran him through. Ocelot was there, pleading for Claskan to get up as the undead bastard ripped flesh from his arm. Then the pain was gone, and he was retreating, sword protruding from his body. Every step was challenged, not by the enemy, but by his ow
