"I have to admit, even for creatures as low-tiered as you lot are, you seem to be quite skilled," the necromancer commented as he watched his minions beat on Avankor.
Even with Avankor's enhanced healing and mystic mantle, there was only so much he could do against the necromancer's seemingly infinite magic pool.
Every time he managed to kill one of the necromancer's elite units, it would just bring them back to life. It seemed almost unfair, as if there were no restrictions to what it could do at all. A seemingly living, walking god.
Shavak wasn't having much luck either. After the necromancer had called upon its elite troops, one of them cast a sort of barrier around it, preventing Shavak from doing any damage at all.
"This is a lost battle. I say we flee," a whisper carried into the Avankor's ear. Although it sounded distorted, there was no doubt it Shavak's voice.
