Lord Kenji of the Revenants was having a really bad day, it had started out fine though. First, a perfect ambush of the forces of Verdan and Acacia had seen him gain access to the rift with an army of ghouls, a death knight, and two adepts as well. A small force that should have been enough to comfortably take a rift, what he hadn’t accounted for was the fierce resistance of the cultivators as well as that particular child disciple with an Ethra affinity that burned through his.
He was on a deadline, the pendant given to him by one of the grave keepers, cultivators who specialized in tending to the numerous graves and versed in both offensive and communication techniques. It was his link to his highlord, and it was vibrating at a terrible rate, biting down his irritation and anxiety at the slow push of his mission, he placed it on the ground, piling a few dirt over it.