"Queen Elena!" The desperate cry cut through the battlefield chaos as three Thornvale warriors witnessed their monarch collapse, her arm dissolving into black sludge. Their faces twisted with rage and horror as they abandoned their current fights, charging toward Seven with weapons raised high.
Seven's lips curved into a wicked smile, black ichor still dripping from her fingertips. "How touching. Loyal soldiers rushing to die for their queen."
The first warrior reached her with a wild overhead swing. Seven stepped inside the arc effortlessly, her palm pressing against the woman's forehead. Decay spread instantly across the soldier's face, flesh bubbling and sloughing away as her skull became visible. The warrior's scream died as her vocal cords liquefied, and she toppled forward into a puddle of corrupted tissue.
