Fear.
That was the only thought inhating Cressida's mind.
Her thoughts spiraled into chaos as she watched her roots destroyed again and again.
No matter how many she created, the undead kept cutting them apart.
No matter how quickly they regenerated, another undead was already waiting to destroy the next one.
Her eyes darted from one part of the battlefield to another, and the more she watched, the less any of it made sense.
How could this be?
How can he have so many powerful undead under his control?
This should be impossible!
The questions kept surfacing with no answers.
Everything unfolding before her had already gone far past what she'd expected.
When Thoren first entered the chamber, she hadn't taken him seriously. She'd believed her regenerating roots would be enough to overwhelm him.
Even when several of his undead had managed to destroy her roots early on, she was confident.
