The shadow wraiths were made from the souls of those she had previous captured. Meanwhile, the undead rising under Sapphire’s care were the bodies of those captured by Twilight. In other words, the former deep dwarves were in a sad state where their souls were under the control of the darkness, and their bodies were under the control of a necromancer, and they were forced to fight themselves!N/nêw n0vel chap/ers are published o/n n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m

I wasn’t positive if an undead could fight a ghost, but given the circumstance, I believed it would work. Fighting erupted everywhere as the undead began to battle the legions of shadow wraiths. Sapphire cast out her net to every dead creature, performing a mass revival that could only be managed by a zombie queen.

“YOU THINK THIS IS OVER? THIS WILL NEVER BE OVER!”

A booming voice erupted out. That could only be Twilight, who had been pushed to a state of fury after our actions. The undead seemed to fight with a vigor unmatched by their counterparts from Sapphire’s former group. It was almost like the bodies remembered where they came from and took great pleasure in a chance to stick it to Twilight.

As we reached the gate, I let out a shout. “King Diorite! We’re here! Help us out.”

As we waited for an answer, the undead formed a barrier around the city exit, blocking the wraiths from coming forward. However, as we got closer and closer to escaping, the wraiths grew more and more frantic. I was just thinking we hadn’t moved far enough when I heard a voice as clear as day.

“I sent you down to bring back two souls. I only see one. You have failed, so rot down there in the dark!”

After struggling to survive Twilight, I had almost forgotten that King Diorite wasn’t really an ally. I still didn’t understand his reasoning, but without Garnet, there was only death.