Sebastian couldn't believe his luck. He got some distance from the Spectral Stalker against all odds. The creature's chase ended, leaving a creepy stillness almost as unsettling as its shrieks.
But even as he reveled in his reprieve, Sebastian felt a twinge of unease. He reached out with his mind to his undead minions and felt the connection with another one of his Thornjaw Strikers being severed.
Of the original five, only three were left, and he was currently riding on one.
This was the same situation as when he lost the chariot. Now, it was true that he could get around in the northern part of the city if the situation was like this, but not here.
The Spectral Stalker was around, and without the other two undead, there was nothing Sebastian could do to get past it. If he met it, of course.
