60 60- A New Light

"One…two…" Lord Prestonheim counted silently as he tracked the shifting shadow from behind the undead knights.

He wanted to time his evasion against the illusive monster. A few moments ago, Lord Prestonheim had to exert himself with the little exousia he had left to create a light wall in between the bodies of the unconscious faerfolk and the grim monster on the other side of the broken barrier.

The Commander was supposed to help the elf fight off the undead knights. He wanted to support her, so she can attack the puppet master from the back row. But everything did not go as planned and now the old Commander must find a way to save them out of there.

The Obscuros shifted further to the right and extended its ugly appendages towards him.