The DeathSpecter, a spectral embodiment of the fallen Khan’s wrath, shrieked its defiance as it hurtled towards the monstrous Abomination. Cloaked in an eerie, sickly green flame, the spectre was a harbinger of doom, its power derived from a spell capable of obliterating even the hardiest foe with a single, merciless strike - InstaKilll. Yet, the darkness that clung to the Abomination’s own shadow, it held an even more sinister secret.
A creature of shadow erupted from the eldritch monster’s side, a nightmarish parody of a Warg twisted beyond recognition. Its body was a writhing mass of shadowy tendrils, each coiling with an unnatural life. Its body was cloaked in a veil of shadows, mercifully hiding the true visage of the horror. This was no mere beast; it was a predator above predators, a Horror born from the darkest recesses of the abyss.
The creature launched itself at the spectral warrior, its shadowy form a blur. Its maw, a gaping chasm lined with razor-sharp teeth, clamped down on the specter’s ethereal neck, wrenching the vengeful spirit from the air.
Edge’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Impossible!” he raged. “Spectres are Incorporeal! They cannot be harmed by physical attacks!”
But the impossible was unfolding before their eyes. The shadowy tentacles tore at the spectral form, shredding it like gossamer. The spectre’s agonized wail was a chilling cry of despair, a desperate plea for mercy that echoed through the battlefield – an attempt to Stun the abyssal foe. Yet, the Horror was unyielding, its insatiable hunger devouring the remnants of the Khan’s soul.
However, the spectral assault had a fleeting benefit. As the specter was consumed, the Horror’s shadowy form was briefly illuminated, revealing its grotesque features. It was a being of pure corruption, a malevolent force given shape.
Terror gripped Edge as he scanned the creature. Its essence was a toxic blend of chaotic and void energies. “[TentacleLash], [EldritchDrain]…” he muttered, his voice trembling. “And… [SpellDisrupt], [ManaSight]! What kind of amalgamation is this?” He stumbled backward, his mind racing. He had faced dangerous creatures before, but nothing like this. This was a being made to end mages like him, a true MageKiller!
Del, her eyes narrowed in concentration, ran her own analysis. “The Warden of Corruption,” she announced, her voice steady despite the shock. “[EldrichHorror] level 10, Affinity Void.” She nocked an arrow, her hands trembling slightly. Even she, the seasoned scout, was shaken by this encounter.
Holly, the group’s stalwart hero, stood firm. Her face was etched with determination as she raised her shield. “Don’t let it distract you,” she said, her voice a calm counterpoint to the chaos. “The Abomination is our main threat!”
The Warden of Corruption let out a low, guttural growl, its eyes fixed on its prey. It was clear that the battle would be fierce.
Unlike the ethereal attack of Edge’s DeathSpectre, a spectral warrior that should have ended this with InstaKill, Del’s arrow of SacredExtermination was a bolt of righteous fury, a tangible attempt at physical damage. It was more successful. It impacted the Abomination with a sickening thud, tearing away a wicked tentacle that writhed and spasmed like a wounded serpent. Yet, this monstrous eldritch was indifferent to pain. Its charge was an unstoppable tide, a cataclysmic wave of corruption crashing against the shimmering bulwark of Holly's PaladinShield.
A scream of condensed horror erupted from the Abomination’s hundred mouths, a vile cry of curses that assaulted the senses like a physical blow. It was as if the creature was vomiting the essence of despair into the world, a psychic onslaught that threatened to shatter minds as surely as the tentacles aimed to shatter the shield. Fear, cold and insidious, crept into Del’s mind, a venomous snake coiling around her consciousness. She fought to maintain her focus, her mind a battlefield as chaotic as the scene before her. Others must have been similarly affected.
"Shut up! [MultiCast], [DarkBolt]!" Edge spat, his voice desperate to outshout the Abomination's song of curses. But his magic, once a potent weapon, was rendered impotent! The spells, born of shadow and malice, disintegrated before they could materialize, swallowed by a void created by an unnatural power. Was this the power of the Horror? Was this its SpellDisrupt in action? A surge of frustration and disbelief coursed through Edge. How could this be? He was a master of the arcane, master of the Tome of Secrets, and yet here he was, utterly helpless!
Del, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm in her chest, notched another arrow. But as she released it, the missile was swallowed by the writhing mass of tentacles, vanishing into the flesh without a trace. Desperation clawed at her, a cold, icy hand gripping her heart. Her magical reserves were depleted, a bitter realization that washed over her like a wave of despair. “Guys, I’m out of MP!” With a grim determination born of necessity, she reached for her twin daggers, their silvery metal promising a more direct, if perilous, approach.
The PaladinShield, a masterpiece in the Paladin’s arsenal, was under siege. Each impact of the Abomination’s monstrous body was a seismic event, the shield rippling and flickering like a wounded thing. The air crackled with the energy of the clash, the stench of burning eldritch flesh assaulted their senses, threatening to upturn everyone's stomach. The Abomination was a relentless force of furry, its hunger for destruction a consuming inferno that threatened to engulf them all.
Then, with a cataclysmic roar that shook the very air around them, the shield shattered, exploding into a thousand fragments of golden light. The Abomination surged forward, its hideous form closing in like a monstrous nightmare blotting out al hope. A tentacle, more like a grotesque, writhing worm, lashed out at Holly. She met the attack with a counter-blow, the Holy Redeemer ablaze with holy fire. The tentacle hissed and recoiled, its corrupted flesh sizzling under the holy flame. But the Abomination was undeterred, its wounds merely fuelling its rage.
Priscilla, her face a mask of grim determination, pushed herself to her feet, her body trembling from exertion. Something insidious weakened her resolve. The bite on her neck burned like unholy fire, a sensation disgusting like worms wriggling under her skin; it was as if her own blood didn’t belong to her anymore. Her voice, hoarse and strained, echoed through the sounds of battle as she unleashed her sacred power, "[SacredSmite]!" A blinding flash of light erupted from her hands, a beacon of hope amidst the despair. The blow connected with the Abomination, sending tremors through its monstrous body.
Del, a blur of motion, danced around the Abomination, her daggers a whirlwind of silver. One tentacle, a slimy, grotesque mass of twitching flesh, caught her attention. She lunged, her blades biting deep, but the creature's resilience was astonishing. It seemed impervious to her attacks, its regenerative abilities almost supernatural. Her gaze shifted to another tentacle, a mass of writhing eyes that chilled her blood.
The ground erupted beneath their feet as the Abomination unleashed its SeismicSlam. The shockwave sent them reeling, but they managed to maintain their footing. Priscilla, weakened by her previous spell, was less fortunate. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, her body vulnerable to the onslaught.
Holly, a bastion of unwavering courage, stood firm against the tide of tentacles. Her mace, alight with cleansing flame, carved chunks of smouldering flesh from the Abomination's body. With each strike, she felt a surge of power, a connection to something greater than herself.
Edge, his mind racing, desperately sought a way to counter the Abomination's overwhelming power. "[Multicast], [DarkBolt]!" he shouted, his voice filled with desperation. But his magic was like water against stone, dissipating before it could harm the creature – the insidious workings of the Warden of Corruption.
The Horror, the nightmarish creature within the Abomination’s shadow, sensing an opportunity, moved in for the kill. Its shadow veiled form closed in on Edge with terrifying speed.
"Del, keep that thing away from me!" Edge yelled, panic creeping into his voice. His eyes darted between the Horror and the Abomination, his mind struggling to process the overwhelming chaos.
Del's heart pounded in her chest as she disengaged from the tentacle. With a swift movement, she positioned herself between Edge and the Horror. "Holly, you've got this!" she shouted, her voice hopeful.
Holly nodded, her focus unwavering. She raised her shield, bracing herself for the onslaught. The Abomination's tentacles crashed against her defences, but she held firm, her determination as unyielding as BlackSteel.
The Horror launched itself at Edge, its maw agape, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. But Del was faster. With a deadly precision, she intercepted the attack, her daggers sinking deep into the Horror's neck. "[PiercingStrike], [Assassinate]!" she cried, her voice filled with a deadly resolve. The Horror shrieked in agony, its shadowy form spraying blue blood out of the wound.
Edge, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a blast of arcane energy. "[ShockExpell]!" he shouted, his voice filled with triumph. The spell connected, dispelling the Horror's ShadowVeil. ”Del, finish it!" Edge commanded, his voice filled with urgency.
With the Horror’s form clear again, Del launched herself onto its back, a desperate gamble born of necessity. Her world was a blur of motion, a maelstrom of flailing tentacles and the creature's incomprehensible roars. The tendrils, like ravenous eels, brushed against her skin, leaving trails of disgusting goo. The feeling of corruption was overwhelming, yet her focus remained razor-sharp. This was no time for fear!
The Horror thrashed violently, its TentacleAttack a chaotic attempt of destruction. Each strike was a near miss, a chilling reminder of her mortality. But Del was a veteran scout, hardened in the depths of the Underdark, she had seen much worse. With every strike of her daggers, she felt a surge of power, yes, she could do it! The creature's movements grew sluggish, its once terrifying strength ebbing away.
Finally, with a triumphant cry, Del plunged her daggers into the core of the Horror. A convulsive shudder racked the creature's body before it went limp. She collapsed to the ground, her body slick with the creature's vile ichor. Exhaustion washed over her, a heavy wave that threatened to drown her. But the battle was not over.
Holly stood as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, like a real hero. Her undefeated form was proof of her unwavering courage. Priscilla, a shadow of her former self, clung to life, her magic flickering like a dying ember, however, her Healing spells were still reaching Holly.
Del knew she had to help! With a surge of adrenaline, she rose to her feet, her body aching with every movement. The Abomination was a monstrous behemoth, its form a grotesque spectacle of flesh and Taboo. Yet, its power was waning, its attacks less ferocious, its tentacles less numerous. Del joined the fray, her daggers a blur of silver once again. The Abomination's tentacles lashed out, but she danced around them, her movements as fluid as ever.
“The Abomination…” Del smiled. “It’s growing weak, isn’t it.” Indeed, in comparison, its minions seemed to be a bigger challenge.
With each strike, she felt a sense of satisfaction, a small victory in the face of overwhelming odds. The Abomination was wounded, its resilience fading. Hope, a fragile flame, began to flicker within her. Perhaps, just perhaps, this will be easier than she thought.
Holly's voice, a warning amidst the chaos, echoed through the air. "Don’t underestimate it! It’s only so because we have a FallenAlly. A formidable buff. You can thank Khan for that, we still have his strength..." Her voice trailed off, a shadow of melancholy crossing her face as she remembered their fallen comrade. "Anyway, stay vigilant!" she urged, her mace burst into flame as she blocked and countered the Abomination's relentless assault. Breathing out hot air, she opened her mouth for another rally. "And Edge, it's your time to shine. Cast your ultimate spell already!!!"
Edge's face contorted in frustration. "I would like to, but..." His voice was filled with apologetic defeat. "I'm out of Mana!" The regret washed over him, an icy wave of despair. His potions, his last resort, were depleted.
Holly's irritation was palpable. "Never mind then..." she muttered, her tone turning to frustration. "Just leave this to us girls... Del, let's do this! [CrushingBlow]!" Her mace connected with the Abomination, sending tremors through the monstrous tentacles.
Del, her daggers a whirlwind of silver, joined the fray. "Right!" she exclaimed, ducking under a tentacle. A strange sensation washed over her. "Hey, is it me or is it burning?" she questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion.
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Holly's eyes narrowed into a smile. "Yes, I think the CleansingFlame is finally working on it," she replied, a glimmer of victory already in her voice. "One way or another, its HP is going down rapidly." Their goal, completion of the Divine Quest, seemed within reach, a tantalizing prize that fuelled their determination.
"Guys?" a chilling sense of dread spilt from behind them. “Guys!?” Edge's voice, filled with panic, tainted the celebratory mood.
Del turned, her heart pounding in her chest. "What is it now?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
“Can’t… Move… Charm…” Edge croaked, his voice choking.
Before Del could react, a horrifying sight unfolded before her eyes. A serpentine figure, a Yuan-ti, had emerged from her Camouflage, her cold, reptilian eyes fixed on Edge. With a swift movement, the creature latched onto Edge's neck, her fangs sinking deep into his flesh. Edge's body went limp, his form collapsing to the ground like a lifeless puppet. Del's blood ran cold as she realized the serpentine had inflicted the VenomBite – a potentially lethal attack.
The Yuan-ti hissed in abject terror, her voice a chilling hiss. "Master, sss, I’m sss-sorry! Their Levels, sss… their just too high, sss… I’m a coward, sss, I ran, sss, I hid… I sss-should have..." Her confession was lost in the maelstrom of Del's fury.
With a feral snarl, Del launched herself at the serpent woman. The Yuan-ti, sensing impending doom, attempted to ensnare Del in a web of illusion, casting the SnakeCharm once more. But Del was no ordinary prey, she was a Dark Elf! Her mind was a fortress, impenetrable to such petty tricks. "It wouldn't work on me, Snake. I know the tricks of your kind! [PiercingStrike]!!!" Her daggers, a blur of deadly intent, found their mark. The Yuan-ti's scales offered formidable defence, they snapped one of her twin daggers. The other one struck true – a CriticalHit, a stroke of unbelievable Luck in a sea of despair, pierced the serpent's heart.
An oddly familiar fruit dropped from the serpentine claws, never reaching her maw in time. The Yuan-ti's life force ebbed away, her emerald eyes dimming as oblivion claimed her. Del stood over her fallen foe, her foot crushing the ghastly fruit. The battle was far from over, but at least yet another threat had been neutralized. Hopefully the last of the accursed Minions!
Her gaze fell upon Edge, his motionless form a stark contrast to the vibrant life he once exuded. Panic surged through her as she rushed to his side. "Edge!" she cried, her voice filled with desperation. She shook his body, hoping against hope for a sign of life. The Tome of Secrets, a symbol of knowledge and power, lay discarded, its previously fluttering pages frozen in time.
With a sinking heart, Del realised the gravity of the situation. Edge was at death's door! The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Her hand fumbled for a solution, reaching into her secret hiding spot. There, in the protection of two soft mounds, was the emergency potion she had stashed away. The Elixir of Life, a miracle in a vial, was her last hope. But fate, it seemed, was cruel. The vial was cracked by the shockwave of Edge's spell – the ShockExpell. The contents were gone, mixed somewhere along the sweat and blood which drenched Del's chest. What an unbelievable stroke of… Unluck!
Despair threatened to consume Del. She turned to Priscilla, hoping for her help, perhaps even a miracle. She had hoped for a miracle but was faced with yet another nightmare. The priestess, her body pale and gaunt, lay on the ground, her breathing shallow. Did the spider poison get her? Weren’t spiders supposed to be weak monsters? And she was a high-level priestess with a multitude of resistances! And yet…
The dread settled within Del’s heart. “Holly, what is going on?” Del's gaze shifted to Holly, the last bastion of their defence.
Holly didn’t reply. She simply fought one-on-one against the Abomination. Her armour was battered and bruised, and so was her body. The eldritch blood leaked through the gaps in the armour, corroding her skin. It must have been painful but despite it all she still fought on. She fought like a real Hero!
Despite her stoic battle stance, Holly’s world shattered into a million pieces at the realisation. Khan, their formidable BeastWarrior, was mercilessly crushed. Edge, their peculiar Mage, was gone. Priscilla, their Priestess and lifeline, lay half-conscious. The weight of their sacrifice bore down on her like a boulder of regrets, threatening to crush her spirit. Yet, in the face of such overwhelming loss, a flicker of flame ignited within her.
She channelled her grief into a surge of power, invoking the FallenAlly buff one last time. As the mage’s corpse was consumed by the SacredFlame, another surge of energy, the zest of Edge, coursed through her veins, a fiery torrent that ignited her determination. Del, standing beside her, felt the same surge of power, a shared burden of grief and resolve.
The Abomination, sensing its impending doom, lashed out with its remaining tentacles. But its reign of terror was drawing to a close. Holly raised her mace, the Holy Redeemer ablaze with cleansing fire. It was a final blow, a testament to their unwavering courage.
As the mace descended, a strange phenomenon occurred. The Abomination, on the brink of defeat, transformed into a puddle of viscous goo. But before it could escape the light consumed it, turning the grotesque mass into ashes. Despite all that, Holly still smashed at the remains, her mace scattering the ashes around in a cleansing blow.
The battle was over! Victory, at what cost, was theirs. The sweetness of triumph was overshadowed by the bitter taste of loss. Del's hand, trembling with a mix of relief and despair, reached for the slave collar around her neck. It was a symbol of her bondage, a constant reminder of her captivity. But now, with the Abomination defeated, she was reminder of the true goal of the Divine Quest. She gripped her sole dagger tighter, her hand trembled from the thought of what she had to do.
Thinking of what comes next, Del scanned the desolate landscape, a grim panorama of reckless destruction. The once peaceful village was now a gruesome scene of shattered remains. The stench of blood lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the horrors they had faced. Yet, amidst the carnage, a strange sense of tranquillity prevailed. The CarrionCraws, those scavengers of the battlefield, descended to feast on the remnants of the fallen rabbits, their caws a macabre song of celebration. In the end, crows weren’t friends with the Abomination, that much was clear.
Holly glared at Del, her face stained with tears and twisted in a painful frown. It was as if Holly held Del accountable for all the sacrifices. As if taking this quest was Del’s fault. Holly’s mouth opened to say something, but before any words could come her gaze wandered towards the centre of the ruined village.
Indeed, the battle was not over, a threat loomed still at large - the Chaos Obelisk. It stood as a defiant monument to the corruption that had plagued this land. Del's fingers released their tight grip around the dagger, but her resolve hardened. “We have to destroy it!”
Holly grasped her mace tighter, the glare of accusation all but gone. She nodded in affirmation. They had faced impossible odds and emerged victorious. This final challenge would be no different.
Before they could act, the obelisk erupted in an abyssal cry, a deafening hum that shook the very foundations of the earth. The vibrating air made their hair stand upright and their blood go cold.
Del stared at the obelisk startled. “It’s not quite over is it…” Del whispered somewhat ominously.
The ground shook again and the glyphs on the obelisk burst into purple flames. What happened next was unexpected. With a final hum, the obelisk… EXPLODED!!! Countless obsidian shards rained down upon them, a deadly shower that forced them to seek shelter. Del shielded her head with her bare arms, her body tensed against the onslaught. Holly, with unwavering determination, protected the vulnerable Priscilla.
When the hail subsided, a sense of relief washed over them. The obsidian monument, the heart of corruption, had been demolished. A quest update appeared before their eyes, a reminder of their accomplishments: [Chaos Obelisk - Destroyed]! Yet, the victory was still bittersweet.
“With the Abomination dead it must have lost its power,” Holly remarked, her voice devoid of any real mirth. “The minions were slain, the abomination dealt with, and the obelisk destroyed. The Divine Quest should clear at any moment…”
Del's gaze fell upon the slave collar around her neck again, a tangible symbol of her captivity. Then she looked at the weakened form of the Hero. The moment of her freedom was within reach, a tantalizing prize that beckoned her. The ChaosMote, that cursed thing, which was oddly silent for so long, it buzzed with activity within her chest. Ignoring the unpleasant feeling, Del grasped the dagger tighter once again. This was the time for her to win her freedom! But, as if sensing what Del planned, the collar choked a warning, stealing her breath away.
Priscilla's eyes flickered open, twin pools of despair in a pale, drawn face. Her voice, a mere whisper, carried the weight of decades of sorrow. "No..." she rasped, her words like frost on glass. "It's not done... we must... I must..." Her hands, trembling with Weakness, reached out as if to grasp at an intangible spectre. "Souls... so many... Taboo… I must... Cleanse..." Her voice trailed off, lost in the fog of her fading strength.
Holly's heart clenched in her chest as she witnessed Priscilla's torment. Her own resolve, forged in the crucible of battle, hardened. Discarding the mace, a symbol of her righteous justice, she reached for the Sanctuary Rod, a rod of hope in this corrupted landscape. With urgent strides, she moved to the heart of the desecrated ground, the exact spot marked by the Abomination's demise. Her mind was a tempest of prayer and desperation as she slammed the rod into the earth. "I free thee from thy mortal chains, come hither to me, bathed in the cleansing glow, soul be purified, [CleansingFlame]!!!" Her voice, a clarion call against the encroaching darkness, reverberated through the ruined village.
She turned to Priscilla, seeking a sign of hope, but the priestess's face was a mask of anguish. Tears, like twin rivers of sorrow, streamed down her cheeks. There were no words, only the silent plea in her eyes. Holly's heart ached with desperation as she tried another prayer. "From tainted earth, I call thee free, rise, cleansed soul, to eternity, with cleansing flame, I break the spell, [CleansingFlame]!!!"
Del, a silent observer to this sacred ritual, felt a growing unease. Something was amiss. Her gaze swept across the desolate landscape, searching for answers. Then, she saw it. The blood of slain rabbits, once a simple crimson stain upon the earth, was stirring. It pulsed and writhed, a malevolent life of its own. As if drawn by an unseen force, it coalesced around scattered obsidian shards and then morphed into grotesque tendrils, writhing like hungry worms from the depths of the dark abyss.
Holly, growing ever so desperate, attempted another prayer. "In the name of purity, I banish thee, dark essence! Return to the void from which you emerged! [CleansingFlame]!!!"
The CarrionCrows, oblivious to the impending doom, continued their macabre feast. Without further warning, and all at once, the blood tendrils latched onto the CarrionCrows, choking their necks and silencing their celebratory caws.
A cold dread seized Del's heart. This didn’t bode well! this didn’t bode well at all!!! With a surge of adrenaline, she moved to protect Priscilla, rescuing the fallen priestess from the hungry blood tendrils.
Holly, her voice strained and overly desperate, attempted another prayer. "I command thee, foul corruption, to retreat to the abyss from whence you came! By the power of the divine, I cleanse this land! [CleansingFlame]!" Her body trembled with exertion as she poured her soul into the prayer.
Strangely, the blood tendrils seemed to have an odd selectivity. They slithered past Del, their focus entirely on their grotesque feast. Yet, the CarrionCrows, those hapless scavengers, met a gruesome fate. One by one, the tendrils constricted around their necks, the once jubilant birds transformed into silent effigies of death. A thousand lives snuffed out in the blink of an eye, a chilling testament to the malevolent power at work.
Del's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the carnage unfold. A chilling sensation crept into her bones as she realized the full extent of the horror they faced. Carrying Priscilla, she moved closer to Holly, her instinct for safety overriding her fear. "What is this? What is this magic?" she demanded, her voice hoarse.
Priscilla's eyes, glazed with pain and confusion, offered a fleeting glimpse of understanding. "Eldritch... Forbidden… Chaos…” she murmured, her voice barely audible but her words oddly strong. It was as ominous as it sounded.
The air crackled with an unseen energy, a tangible sense of wrongness that seeped into their souls. Holly, her face etched with determination, attempted another desperate plea. "... [CleansingFlame]!" she cried, her voice a frantic cry against the encroaching corruption. Yet her prayers remained powerless against this new horror.
The blood tendrils, sated by their macabre feast, began to writhe and contort in a frenzy of activity. It was as if the abomination's essence, freed from its mortal coil, was seeking a new form. Then, with a jarring explosion of energy, the Sanctuary Rod was wrenched from Holly's grasp, sending both her and Del sprawling onto the blood-soaked ground.
A geyser of purple light erupted from the ground, the very spot where the Abomination was slain. It burst in a malevolent bloom of corruption. Within this otherworldly display, orbs of light began to form. Orbs shaped like… rabbit faces? The orbs burst forth raining on the blood-soaked ground, their faces not haunted but laughing or smiling brightly.
“What is this? What does this mean?” Del uttered, trying to stand up.
Holly's own face turned haunted. “Souls… countless souls…” She uttered in terror.
A chilling song filled the air, a discordant tune of madness. The laughter and giggling, once innocent sounds of joy, now carried an eerie undertone, a haunting echo born from Chaos. The blood tendrils, like writhing eels, pulled at the remains of the slain rabbits, their movements imbued with a strange purpose. Bit by bit, chunk by chunk, they pulled the severed parts back together, merging maimed or otherwise decapitated rabbits whole. The souls of the fallen, ethereal spectres of laughter, were drawn into the crimson vortex. Then they slammed with force into the bodies, their essence absorbed back to where they belonged.
The once lifeless rabbit corpses were brought back to unnatural life, they twitched and spasmed, convulsing with unexplainable energy. Their eyes shot open, the irises burned in malevolent crimson, their gaze fixed upon their tormentors. Their mouths opened to rasp a discordant cacophony of accusations, curses Del had heard before:
"MurDeRers!", "KiLLers!", "ScuM!", "BeFouled!", "FAKES!" Their words came like venomous darts aimed at the heroes’ hearts.
Del's mind reeled as she witnessed this unholy transformation. This was no mere Necromancy; it was a blasphemy against the natural order, a dark ritual that defied comprehension. Fear, cold and insidious, crept into her heart. They had faced monsters before, they had slain the Abomination… but this! Nothing had prepared her for this…
The dagger she had so fiercely gripped just seconds ago, it slipped out of her now limp hands, clattering on the cracked ground.