Death

Hearing an unexpected voice at close quarters, Varian's body stiffened and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Varian's brain raced at its fastest and his mind sense already 'saw' the person appearing behind him and understood his current situation.

Right now, he and the Undead were facing each other and their fists were just a few feet away from one another. In a blink, their fists would clash.

The one who sneaked up was behind him! It was an Abyssal he had never seen before. But Varian instantly recognized the crimson armor on the assassin's body.

'Blood Heirs!'

Before Varian could even get a proper look at the Abyssal's face, his Plantae sense repulsed, just like how his nose would respond to a stinking smell.

The stench of death overwhelmed Varian's senses for a moment before his mind took over and realized his current situation.