She had never stopped. The ghost flew towards her, hacking downwards more clumsily as he flew and struck the rats. He dashed them off her, crushing them with his ghostly hands as they tried to bite her.

“There are too many! My Skills do not work!”

Cara gasped. She had no breath to say or do anything. Even now her pace was faltering—Ser Dalius swept his sword low across the ground, flying through the stone floor and scything with his sword. A maneuver born of desperation; one only a ghost could have pulled off.

This time the mice died by the hundreds. Ser Dalius ran through the horde, leaving only severed limbs and bodies behind. He flew upwards, scattering bones, and dove at Cara.

“I have them! Keep running a moment longer! I will cut them down as they follow you!”

The mice were divided a second time as the ghost swept his sword across the ground. This time—the undead broke. Retreated. Cara slowed, panting, her lungs burning. She saw Ser Dalius harrying them.

“What—how—”

She tasted blood. Cara heard her lungs rasping for air. She gasped as Ser Dalius scattered more mice around her. She felt something wriggling on her back, pain—

“God!”

She grabbed the mouse and threw it to the ground. Her foot smashed the bone body. Cara shuddered.

Then—she saw Ser Dalius turning. The [Knight]’s eyes widened. Something rose past one of the coffins.

“Dragonskies. Miss Cara—run!”

“What? What is—”

The [Singer] saw a shambling form. A—a—body made of tiny bones. Something like a face, gaping at her. The amalgamation of mice bones rose and jerkily fell over the lid of a coffin.

Both Cara and Dalius froze. Only the [Knight] recovered, though.

“Bone Horror! Cara! Keep running! They are reanimating the bones!”

A second shambling horror rose from the dead mice. Cara backed up. She saw only a single burning flame; the thing had only one eye socket.

“How—”

It rose higher. Towering over her. Like something out of a movie. But—no crazed mind could have fit together all the little bones like this undead had, into a perfect jigsaw puzzle that shifted with each movement. It reached for her, exposing a hand made of teeth that snapped—

Ser Dalius’ sword cleaved through the thing’s head. The ghost brought his sword down, bisecting the Bone Horror. It fell to the ground. Cara stared at him. Ser Dalius didn’t pant. His voice was level—but marked with intensity.

“They are reanimating. There is too much death magic! Cara—run.”

He spun. The pirouette of his sword took off a second Bone Horror’s head. Even now, the ghost’s blade was peerless. But the Bone Horror kept moving, reaching for Cara. Dalius brought down his sword twice and it fell to pieces.

“I—”

Cara ran backwards. Dalius heard-saw her running. And then sensed her stop.

“I said run—”