The first sign of calamity was the necromancer cultivator with pure speed that evaded Rhyn’s attacks, the two adept rankers blitzing around each other, metal clashing with loud shrieks as Elyria diced the dead guards into pieces, watching as their rotten flesh began to decompose rapidly on the ground, Sorin and Shiro stepping in to corner the adept of undeath. Elyria was a blur as well, her silver orbs reacting at breakneck speed, saving her from the all too potent venom-laced blades of the adept who looked more like a sickly person than a healthy cultivator.