"Intruders! In the map room! To arms!"
The alarm bells tolled, boots thundered against the floorboards, and workers ran helter skelter.
The Highbard guards stormed the corridors of the fort, and to their surprise, they saw Skeleton Soldiers dancing in the air, cleaving their cohorts like seasoned warriors.
"It really wasn't an imagination? They are real?"
Percival walked down the center of the main corridor. His countenance was cold and indifferent, as if the madness around him was invisible to him.
A squad of Highbard heavy infantry charged from a side hall, their shields locked.
A Skeleton Skirmisher, clad in the Merman Warrior armor, met them head on.
It slid low, using a disarming maneuver to sever the tendons in the lead guard's ankles with his Water Sword.
As the line faltered, the Skeleton rose, executing a perfect 360-degree cleave that sent helms and heads bouncing across the stone.
