The Walker spread his broad palm over the ground. Shadow leaked down from its skin like oil.
The animal bodies around the well were covered with those thick substances. It enveloped the corpses and quickly raised them back from the dead.
They were resurrected. Not as what they were. But as abominable monsters of the shadow.
The Silver Hawk appeared behind Siderius as he grabbed its handle. "I leave the small prey to you, Bas."
Bas grinned widely, he raised the machete high, along the level of his chest. "Leave them to me, white hair. You deal with that deer."
Bas once thought they were on the same level. He was even stronger than Siderius a little bit. But that was no longer the case. In the brief few months since the last time, Siderius had reached a level he could never imagine. He was a crude man but he knew the only way to get out of this was to assist Siderius with all he could.
"Yee-haw!" Bas shouted and jumped into the crowd of shadow creatures.
