"Save me!" A weak voice echoed through the grand hall.
It was a wide skeleton covered from head to toe in black cursed magic runes. The flesh on its body had been mostly stripped away, and the muscles on its face were nearly all rotted off, making it look even more terrifying than the Forsaken.
Those two words—"save me"—came from the mouth of such a living corpse, bound to a pillar.
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