Ning looked down from far away, staring at the giant fogbank that had built up around the city center.
"Well, we can't go there," Ning said.
Romus had told them as much, although he hadn't explained what would happen should they step into the fog. It was clear something bad was going to happen, but it was unclear to him at this point.
The only thing Romus had promised was that nothing bad would happen to the undeads, so Ning decided to trust him. The man had been drawing on the energy of 8,000 undeads, so he had gone through many powers before landing on this one.
Whatever this power was, it had to be powerful.
A wave of noise came from far away and Ning sighed. "It seems they've realized the assassins failed," Ning said. "They've resorted to killing our undeads."
"They can't, can they?" Shara asked.
"We don't know," Ning said. "It will all rely on Romus really. For now, we should gather the wounded and take them to Mari. They need healing as soon as possible."
