Kai looked at the adventurers, waiting for an opening. With a sharp exhale, Kai's fingers curled into tight fists, his body tensing with barely suppressed emotion. The adventurers were stronger than he had anticipated. If he wanted to bring them down, he'd need to shift tactics.
As Joathan and Kaelred swung at the skeletons before them, Kai raised his hand.
He channeled a surge of dark energy, summoning his strongest undead from his shadow.
The ground trembled as a towering, armoured figure emerged from the shadows. The Death Knight, as Kai learned the name from Orlin, from the lich battle.
It stepped forward, its large blade gleaming with necrotic energy, and locked eyes with Joathan.
Two liches materialised next, skeletal hands weaving spells of death and decay, their empty sockets glowing with eerie blue light as they turned their attention to Raltia.
Finally, Kai summoned Joran, the undead juggernaut.