The two youngsters' hearts grew heavy.
Someone like Caladbolg wouldn't joke around with matters like this, which meant they really would have been wiped out.
Daru's curiosity peaked.
"Why is that, Big Ed?"
"Well, partly because your little warband's overall combat power would've fallen short, but mostly because you would've wasted your time fighting a mirage. That Gravewarden is merely the eyes and hands of the cemetery. If you want to kill it, you need to find the heart, and I don't know whether you guys would have enough time or perception to."
Caleb shuddered.
If that were the case, they would indeed perish in frustration and anger, probably cursing to the misty winds about how the Gravewarden is so tough.
'So that thing's merely a mirage…'
"Unfortunately for the bastard, I'm here." Caladbolg grinned.
***
Egress Haven.
