Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-24510587-20160807142353

(Al has granted me GM rights again. Hold on to your horses)

Josephine, still pale from the entire ordeal, nodded silently and trudged on after Dunistair. Dunistair himself beckoned for the rest to follow as well, as they were all just standing there doing nothing.

While the knights in black relentlessly continued their pursuit, the Dismal Saint hovered in silence, observing the Undead struggling for their life. Then, suddenly, three large fragments of the wall, the size of a cart, pulled themselves free from the structure and hovered menacingly for a second, before propelling themselves at the Undead, who were being worn down by the sludge.