PREVIEW
... whoosh"
Conical projectiles pierced the air at high speed, emitting a bizarre wail, like strange birds sweeping across the sky.
The racket was immediately caught by the Necromancer leading his team through the swamp to execute an encircling maneuver.
Mounted on a Skeleton War Horse, the Necromancer tilted up his head, his gloomy hood gleaming with a cold blue Spiritual Fire. Despite his withered skin like that of a mummy, the features of his face were faintly discernible. ...
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