The vanguard brought their glaives to bare, whilst footmen encroached, shields locked!
"I can shape raw mana, I can call up barriers and some traps.. No more.. I am too weak."
The wight grinds his jaws, his grip tightened, waking Duth to the wights emotion of that statement.
"Untrue. Are you not our king? Through your merit you raised our banners where we could not. You simply are not complete. Let me help you.."
Duth looked up in surprise. The conviction was uncalled for. This man had died not long ago, why did he have so much loyalty now?
The wight seemed to read his mind.
"My king, mortal men are ignorant. Even I myself had been. What I learned in death showed me that."
Duth signed..
"How, how can you help me?"
"I know how to strengthen you, to show you the application of raw mana. If you're willing, I can teach you before the end of your allies' battle."
