Chapter 23: Evernight
He struggled to stand, one hand clutching his side where ribs still throbbed in fractured pain.
His legs trembled, but he forced them to obey.
Get up. Get up!
Finally somehow he did.
But his weapon was gone.
His blade had flown from his grip the moment the Commander struck.
Somewhere amidst the chaos and broken stones it lay, lost. And now, unarmed and aching, Igaris stood face to face with death.
The Commander Undead moved slowly, almost lazily, yet with the terrifying certainty of a predator.
Each step it took echoed like a war drum. Black and gold armor shimmered faintly under the overcast sky, and the long bloodstained sword in its bony grip.
He noticed even the Sun couldn't do any damage to it.
This one... it was far beyond any Elite. Its very presence was suffocating, its aura pressing down like a divine punishment.