Three minutes.
Three minutes was all they got before the gate flickered again, glowing brightly, capturing everyone's attention.
No, it was not Fist King that was returning. It was something darker and more nefarious. A chilling aura began to radiate out of the gate.
With a bright golden glow covering him, Oliver stepped forward, instead of retreating when he noticed the change.
For the past few minutes, while everyone was resting, he had been slaughtering the stragglers and draining blood, both to heal and generate more mana.
