The Return of Despair to the Realm of Ghur

The Return of Despair to the Realm of Ghur


Wilhelm looked on as the chanting took on a panicked tone. Despite having no memory of the emotion, he could clearly recognise the fear in the necromancers' eyes as they realised this spell would claim their lives, yet they were unable to stop. As time wore on, the pile of bones and ancient armour began to glow, lightly at first, yet brighter and brighter it grew. The only exception to this was a large axe, its ebon head absorbing even this witchlight. The ritual finally reached its fated conclusion with a scream, the necromancers' lifeless bodies hitting the floor as the glowing pile reassembled itself into a figure thought lost on the World-That-Was. Silently Wilhelm bowed, the wight king once again pledging itself to the dread general he was bound to serve.

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