Running away from the townsfolks amidst being being on a stake sure was difficult, you had a whole crowd behind your back but luckily, you outran them all safely.

After what seemed like only a second, you stumbled upon the doors of The Necromancy Palace. The midnight moon shon down on you with two annoyed guards glaring down at your helpless state.

Guard 1 : “Halt, who might you be, Peasant?”