1007 Meeting the God of Necromancy

Surrounded by the engulfing dark flames, Michael strode forward with an air of calm determination. The skeleton soldiers, drawn to Elder Gravesinger's agonizing roar, found themselves consumed by the intense heat before they could even reach their intended target. One by one, they crumbled into ashes, their lifeless forms scattering into the wind.

Approaching the fallen Elder, Michael raised his finger, summoning a bolt of black lightning that crackled with potent energy. With precision and power, he directed the lightning at the orc's knees, shattering them in an instant. A gut-wrenching cry of pain escaped Gravesinger's lips, and his skeletal minions, sensing their master's anguish, froze in their tracks and collapsed to the ground.