And then, for a split second, everything went quiet. The remaining three Yuimons paused, looking at their fallen comrade. The massive body lay still on the forest floor, the green glow of the undeads reflecting off its blood-soaked hide. The undeads turned to face them, their green eyes fixed on their next target. The silence stretched.
Darion felt a grin spread across his face. Hell yeah. That had been easier than he expected. The first Yuimon had fallen, and it had fallen fast. The combination of Ghet Ulg's raw power, Edric Vorne's precision, and the swarm of thirty undead knights had overwhelmed it before it could even mount a proper defense. For a moment, Darion allowed himself to feel the satisfaction of victory.
