Screech! Screech!
Inside the darkness, Thoren's movement did not slow down at all. He moved through the stone maze with sharp and vigilant eyes.
He could feel that whatever was hiding in the darkness was drawing closer to him. The sensation wrapped around his mind like a tightening snare.
Slowly, he felt the invisible net closing in around him. His chances of survival seemed to be slipping away with every passing moment.
Even though he felt this pressure, there was nothing he could do to directly confront it.
Against an unseen enemy, his only option was to keep moving forward.
And that was exactly what he chose to do.
Suddenly, two orb like eyes appeared before him.
They burned with a deep and ominous purple glow, filled with malice and predatory intent.
Thoren, who had been waiting for the creature to reveal itself, did not hesitate.
"Strike," he commanded firmly.
The undead Storm Tyrant moved instantly.
Swift and precise, it stepped forward and swung its massive hammer.
