Chapter 98 The Final Work

• The ancient evil's scream of fury tore through dimensions as it realized what we were attempting. The sound was not heard but felt, vibrating through the bones of every person on the battlefield like the death cry of a dying god. Above us, the dimensional tear began to writhe and twist, reality itself becoming a battlefield between order and chaos.
• "Hold the formation!" I commanded, though my voice was already strained by the massive working. The combined life force of hundreds of people flowed through me like molten metal, burning away everything that was merely human and leaving only the essential core of will and purpose.
• The skull relics around the circle blazed with light as the spirits trapped within them joined their voices to our cause. I could hear the whispers of every necromancer who had ever lived, every soul who had chosen to stand against the darkness that sought to devour all creation.