"Light a fire," Michael commanded his undead orc shaman.
She obeyed instantly, raising her hand to conjure a small ball of fire.
The flames appeared harmless at first glance, but Michael's senses told him otherwise.
He could feel the raw potential radiating from them—it was clear this was no ordinary fire.
Shifting his focus back to the tower's entrance, Michael took a deep breath, activating his {Bone Armour} once more.
The familiar sensation of skeletal plates forming over his body brought a sense of security.
With the orc shaman at his side, Lucky taking point, and Prince guarding the rear, Michael dismissed the orc that had smashed open the door.
He didn't know what to expect beyond the entrance and didn't need an overwhelming number of undead complicating the situation if something did come up.
