Chapter 725

• "The rider!" Vicus's voice. Everyone was screaming now, no point in hiding, and their panicked yells didn't even top the unending chorus of the remnants. They just didn't stop, more and more climbing up out of the ground, making any surface graveyard look like a joke compared to the endless corpses this land could summon.
• The rider. A hint of gold glinted in the distance, and more than just David and the crew stared at the approaching shadow atop its horse as it pushed through the fog. The hellhounds turned, snarling and barking, only looking away from the rider long enough to rip apart a remnant that sauntered too close. But even their barking stopped once the rider came into full view atop his giant goort.
• Coming from behind the group, trotting slowly on his giant, armored horse, the rider casually unsheathed one of his axes, and the blade glowed with hellfire, its amber color lighting the fog and bloodied dirt. Eyes hidden inside the shadow of the t-slit of his skull mask helmet, he made only the smallest grunt, and the goort charged as if the rider had dug spurs into its sides. It aimed straight for David.