The night was calm and filled with an unsettling quietness, while Eleanor stood guard over the camp. She was on edge, her alert senses picking up on every rustle of leaves and distant howl. The fight had been lengthy and exhausting, and she was aware that their foes were still lurking, ready to attack once more.
A sudden cold shiver ran through the camp, causing Eleanor to sense a looming darkness. Turning around, her heart racing, she saw a cloaked figure appearing from the darkness. The Necromancer, a sinister sorcerer emanating malevolent power, was present. The man's eyes emitted a menacing gleam, while his hands buzzed with shadowy power.
"He whispered," she uttered, her words filled with spite. "You will not live long enough to witness the sunrise."