The Blackfish River flowed from one of the mountains and passed through the Blackrock Spire. It earned its name due to the fish as dark as night that lurked in its waters. These fish can live and survive in such dire environment, whether in cold or hot climates. The river was as black as these fish and the currents moved dangerously fast. Anyone who swim in these waters will be swept to the other side of the continent.
Out of nowhere bubbles formed on the surface of the river, despite the fast torrents. The bubbles made it way towards the bank and suddenly something erupted from the waters. A black figure gave a gasp as he stepped onto the bank, his armour drenched in the murky water.
Kor'Dalhar, adopted son of Avencus and first Necromancer of his kind, stood in between the dark forest and river as he collected his breath. His black armour dripped with water and was covered in scratches, from blades and magic. His demonic left arm was still exposed, pulsing with black veins.
Once he collected his breath, he straightened up and stood completely still. If he were to removed his helm, people can see he was frowning. He concentrated on his magic as he searched the spire. His body language indicated agitation as he searched the spire throughly, looking for someone. After searching for a long time but not finding what he wanted, a sense of acceptance came onto him.
Avencus Tendenhaul was dead.
The Necromancer released a deep breath through the six holes of his helm. His father was dead. His Legion of the Damned was destroyed. Blackrock Spire has been taken over by the enemy. He was alone.
Kor'Dalhar stood there as he considered his situation. There was no point in remaining except to take back Blackrock Spire or to avenge the man he called father. Without his Legionnaires, he will be overpower by the humans. Especially that accursed Archmage. That one had surprised him greatly.
By right, Kor'Dalhar was supposed to feel some need for vengeance for the death of his father but he found none. It was strange that he did not share the emotions the humans had.
He then shook his armoured head as he recollected his options. He was not alone. Aria Tendenhaul was still alive and she still have the Frozen Fortress and Rorhael Citadel under her control. Furthermore, the new four or five Legions of the Damned should be ready. Even though his elite Hoplites were destroyed, they can be replaced.
Like a giant statue, Kor'Dalhar straightened up and walked slowly towards the forest. As he disappeared into the dark forest, the only trace the necromancer left was his footprints in the river bank. The footprints magically disappeared as Kor'Dalhar made his way back to the Frozen Fortress. Thought of retributions filled his mind as he journeyed through the trees.
He will regroup. He will return. He will conquer.