Bob!? That's the best name you could come up with?
[Relax, boy. It worked, didn't it?]
Aaran just grumbled while sitting on Dread's shoulders. He was wearing a big trench coat and an oversized hat. That was his great disguise.
As for the voice, it was Dread's. Aaran wasn't using his own voice for obvious reasons. Besides, Dread's voice sounded scarier and, well… more like an adult.
While the knights were trying to figure out what to do next, Aaran and Dread looked around the crowd. They were necromancers, and they could use darkness to find the cultist.
The denser the darkness, the easier it was to find the cultist.
If Aaran had been alone, he wouldn't have even thought about using Trantua's trick on an unknown enemy. But with Dread's darkness combined with his, things became much easier.
People collapsed left and right the moment Aaran used his core. Even the knights weren't spared. Everyone fell unconscious.
Everyone except Valgo.
