As I faced the oncoming throngs of undead, it became clear just how powerful I’d grown.

The curses they hurled at me in an attempt to slow me down were either completely ineffective or, at most, barely scratched the surface before being obliterated by the power of divinity.

From there, they lunged at me, desperate to land a blow, but none of them could leave a mark.

Their movements were sloppy, as they weren’t trained for combat.

Why would I fear attacks that couldn’t even scratch the shield crafted by dwarves?

Once I cleared out yet another room filled with …