'A random reward and 100+ attribute to any stats, alright then I should get ready'
Xavier could now see the horde of monsters coming; they were undead made up of skeletons, ghouls, and zombies both large and small.
"They are undead; with my light magic, I can disintegrate them," the elf spoke.
"Don't worry, just focus on healing for now; if we need help, then we'll ask," Dragonborn spoke as he stretched his hands and began speaking.
Xavier's heart was pounding his chest; he was nervous; no, he was afraid, not because he wasn't strong enough to face them, but because he was already dead, and in front of him was the only chance he had at surviving.
If he failed, then it was final, his soul gone and soon forgotten; everybody back at Avalon would have assumed he was already dead, but he needed to go back; he wanted to go back; he had to go back.
