It was beautiful, it was heartwarming even, but also so terrifying- Bearing witness to the joy, to the peace, to the renewal… Friends and allies were healing, the people believed themselves safe, convinced that the fear, the agony was behind them.
They were wrong.
"Darkless mongrel… Joy and peace only belong to those without life, how many times will we have to teach you this lesson?" dragged out of his thoughts, a deep, grinding voice emerged from the darkness, the silhouette of a horned humanoid appearing upon the edge of the vision.
"Well, you again, Carnifex… You are coming every day lately…" straightening up, Griar, still trapped in the guise of a headless headhunter, focused his gaze on the horned undead.
Carnifex's arms were tightly held behind his back, flares- Beginning of infernal flames snapping in and out of existence within his animalistic sockets, betraying the stalwart's corpse bubbling displeasure.
