Spirit Rising

' With every passing second her thoughts grew overshadowed by the specter as it sought freedom from the prison she had forced it within. The necromancer was dimly aware of her body spasming upon broken earth, twisting and crawling towards the cliff edge where a torrent of river water roared at it's end.

Should she not prevail than the vile undead creature would be free to bring it’s destruction upon the people she had sworn to protect. There was no turning back now.

Even if it meant forsaking the land of the living and walking past the very Gates of Death itself.