The carvings on the wall sent a chill down Adam's spine.
He dared not guess the true identity of the ferryman.
The lich's final words still rang clearly within his mind:
You will be wise not to linger too long upon the Road of the Dead.
Unbeknownst to him, another strand of hair turned white.
Adam gulped subconsciously as he cast one final glance at the figure sitting on the bone throne, as well as the lich with the mark across his face.
Then he turned and ran. He only thought of his homeworld. He desperately hoped that he wasn't late.
Pearls of tears trickled from the corner of his eyes and danced sorrowfully in the wind.
Terror gripped his heart as he couldn't help but think of the worst possibility: What if… the war is already over back at home?
What if we…
No!
He screamed in his heart, refusing to accept that possibility.
As he pushed through the endless sea of dead creatures, another mural briefly caught his attention.
