"We've found Commander Moss!" Zemo, a member of the Ashvane Family's priest bodyguard squad, had spotted Young Master Moss.
Inside the passage, the light was dim. By the flickering flame of Holy Light floating over his palm, Zemo could just make out Young Master Moss lying facedown on the ground.
The silver breastplate and leg armor were gifts from Lord Rowan. Their design was unique; there could be no mistake.
Outside the passage, dragons roared and battle cries shook the sky.
Zemo's ears rang so loudly that he could not hear Moss's screams at all.
"Hold on, Young Master Moss! I'm coming to save you!" Zemo cast several Smites, clearing the low-level undead from the passage entrance.
Zemo was wound tight with anxiety. Young Master Moss had been burned black all over, and he had no idea whether he could save him.
Had he known it would end like this, he should have used Divine Leap to pull Young Master Moss back when he charged forward carrying the high-energy explosives.
Still, Zemo knew that without Young Master Moss's charge, the Allied Forces would still be outside the Wrathgate.
Young Master Moss's courage and fearlessness filled Zemo with genuine pride.
The gentle Holy Light released by a Greater Heal settled evenly over Moss's back.
As the Holy Light's restorative magic healed his flesh, it also soothed his mind.
The faster his injuries healed, the more intensely Moss felt the pain.
That was especially true for someone half-dead like him, with one foot already through the gates of the Shadowlands.
The searing torment of both body and mind gave Moss a monstrous double dose of agony.
Moss wondered why he had not passed out from the pain. That was how all the bard novels sold on the market described it.
Zemo's Greater