"H-help!" A C-rank villain used his arms to crawl his way across burnt stone, his fingertips melting and sizzling on charred black stone as he tried to drag his legless body towards Seth Solar. A trail of blood and entrails painted the dull grey stone beneath in bright red.
Behind him lay the torn apart corpses of the low-ranking villains invited to the Red Cricle. He was the last among them, the highest ranked at C, but even that was not enough to survive.
All around him were scattered countless bones accompanied by racks of fallen over armor and medieval weaponry. These bones would shiver and rattle before floating and attaching together into the form of a large, imposing skeletal figure. Armor and weapons would gravitate towards the skeletons, arming them.
Skeletal Knights.
One of these knights tread over to the villain, raising a longsword in the air and staring down at him with a cold, unfeeling green glint in its empty eye sockets.
