[Undead Stronghold 7 has been conquered.]
From his position atop the stronghold's ruined walls, Adam watched as the last of the stream hunters from the undead faction disappeared into the distance.
Their retreat was frantic, their movements driven by sheer terror.
Even from here, he could sense their lingering fear...
Only after they were fully out of sight did he finally let out a slow breath, tension easing from his shoulders.
He raised a hand... and the monstrous figure looming over the battlefield faded.
The illusion from [Surreal Creation] vanished like smoke caught in the wind, its writhing limbs vanishing, its eldritch presence dissolving into nothingness.
What had once been a towering, nightmarish entity was now gone, leaving only the ruins of the stronghold behind.
Adam exhaled. It had worked.
With how tired he was of the nonstop fight with the necromancer and the death knight, he definitely could not fight a bunch of stream hunters given his current condition...
