Eon was not sure how much time had passed. He was driven by pure desperation to save Rielen. How many enemies had he slain? How many enemies were now behind him? He had no way of knowing.
The only thing that he cared about was his wife, whom he had already lost once before. Hanging from the hands of some kind of undead creature she lay limp. Panic swept through his body.
She did not make any noise, nor did she move. It was clear to him what had happened. He had been too weak to protect her.
His thoughts turned to pure fuy. Everything he had worked towards and looked forward to was gone. He could not reconcile the loss of one thing and that lay dead in front of him.
One second he was surrounded by enemies bearing down upon him and the next was pure destruction. The only thing left standing were the walls standing tall above him.
