"Impossible," Steelclaw said and took a step back in sheer shock and surprise. His hand went up and gathered more energy, shimmering around his fist.
From the cracks in the stone, darkness swelled and bubbled out like thick liquid, forming together like a sludge as a figure took form. Kren smiled. "I have no fight with you, Steelclaw. I am only here for Vorgaelor."
This was the first time someone—or something—was refusing to die when Steelclaw killed them. Even undead would die if their head was cut off and they lost their body. What was this abomination?
He didn't attack again. Instead, he took more steps back and put his back against the wall to make sure he was taking in the room as one, so as not to get surprised once more.
Kren nodded. "Good. Right then, Vorgaelor, we have a lot to talk about."
