Dullahan. One of the most powerful classes of undead in existence, standing alongside Arch Liches and Bone Dragons in the pantheon of creatures that could reshape battlefields through sheer presence alone.
'You're right about his power level,' Luna's voice echoed in my mind with grim urgency. 'Low Immortal-rank. The gap between you is... significant.'
Low Immortal-rank. The chasm between my mid Ascendant-rank and his level was vast enough to make this confrontation border on suicidal. An Immortal-rank entity possessed capabilities that transcended normal magical categories entirely.
'And this is a Dullahan born from failed duty,' I thought grimly. 'The worst kind—driven by eternal guilt and supernatural compulsion to fulfill oaths that can never be completed.'
I might be completely fucked if I were facing this alone. Fortunately, I wasn't entirely without backup.
