Chapter 31: Wings on fire

My plan was about as well-cooked as the porridge, which may or may not look like a slime. A toxic one.

But, hey, the army of the Necromantic Union was a sight to see! No living people to be seen!

If one did not count the vampires, who… seemed to love the stuff I had brought in here to poison the enemy army.

How the bloody hoot are they even eating it, I asked myself, as I looked around me with wide eyes. I brought the porridge just as the sun was rising.

The sun was up in the sky now.

The vampires were spooning porridge into themselves like mad!

"Sylvan," Desmond said, as he took a hold of my hand. "It would be for the best if we… went home."

I did not understand. We were at war. What sort of home did he have in mind?

"And hide behind a barrier," Nick said, as I felt him gathering the mana from the zombies under his command to get us out of here.