The Marauders of Shrosi stood in stunned silence as fangeds appeared one after another, or so they thought.
However, what the Marauders didn't realize was that these terrifying creatures weren't real at all. Sebastian had conjured up these fangeds just to distract these guys long enough to get the fuck out of their sight.
The rune master had no intention of fleeing from them, of course, but he needed to go in a safe spot. To fight against this huge number of people, he needed to prepare. The shield of Virtue was going to protect him if he went melee, but the number of lethal hits he would take was going to be much greater than he could prepare for.
He was fast, yes, but not enough to stop 400 arms falling on him.
The illusions were nothing more than convincing magical projections, designed to look and move like the real thing.
