The cultists froze in their spots. They didn't know the Blightlord had been hiding a second body underground all this time.
The spot where Blaze had emerged, and the barrier was erected, was random. No one knew how or when a second body had been prepared.
However, they were happy with their lord's victory over a heretic.
One by one, they dropped to their knees. Their foreheads pressed to the ground as they began chanting and praying to the Blightlord. Only one of them, the acolyte from before, inched closer to the lord.
"Congratulations on your victory, my lord," he said.
The blightlord said nothing in reply. He stood there, his eyes fixed on Blaze's remains.
"Call the seer here," Blightlord instructed. "Have him confirm Blaze's death."
"At once, my lord," the acolyte bowed and left.
It was a close call. He nearly died from Blaze's three-strikes of doom.
