All That Is Evil Is Not Dark/Chapter 7

Myr recoiled from the swarming undead; all around they milled mindlessly in the darkness, a strange blue light coming from a portal hanging in the air some distance below. Hundreds of thousands of the living dead, teeming with unlife, filled the cabin, but of the Brilhado that took him, there was no sign. He was among the enemy but they took little note of him, only moving to stop him if he approached the portal.

Myr tried to contact the Shadow Lord, but this place was neither dedicated nor of the world on which he was born and the attempt was met by a frightening feeling of blank emptiness.

While Myr was distracted, one of the undead moved toward him. Myr recoiled from him. He wore the symbol of the kingdom of Deren.

"You are Myr," the creature spoke in a hollow whisper.

"Yes..." Myr responded cautiously.

"You will take me to my king," the creature responded.

"I will what?"

"I will help you escape from this place and you will lead me to Draynor, king of Deren..."

"Who are you?" Myr questioned, intrigued. "You are not like the others."

"No," he responded. "I am Delnar, Death Knight of Deren."

"What? Draynor employs undead?"

"No. Not really. No more questions. Talking is hard... Come..."

Myr followed the Death Knight and, to his surprise, the other undead left him alone in his presence. They came to the portal.

"Quickly, the portal will close for the day soon. Do not worry, these creatures will not follow you into the light."

"And you can?"

"Yes..."

"You are very strange."

"Go..."

"I..." Myr swallowed and then, left little other option, entered the blue nothingness.