The cruise missiles came straight down toward the location where Khalid and Thalassar were meeting. A blinding flash erupted as the missiles exploded mid-air, redirecting the shockwave and blasting the sand around them. The deafening sound waves ruptured the eardrums of all the nearby mortals.
"Arrrgh!" Khalid clutched his ears, as did his entourage, their eardrums ruptured, blood seeping from their ears.
The undead, however, were unaffected by the soundwave. As beings animated by dark magic, they no longer relied on living bodily functions. No matter how damaged their bodies were, they felt no pain, and their organs continued to function as long as dark magic sustained their unlife.
Thalassar cared little for the well-being of his negotiating partners. To him, they were mere mortals, powerless like ants. If they proved useful, he would tolerate their inconvenience. If not, he would happily change their state of existence to suit his needs.
