Creed’s pov.

Midnight gasps from somewhere behind me, making me turn my head in her direction.

“What! Who is that?” I yell over the screams of terror.

“No,” she whispers so quietly I almost didn’t hear her, “it can’t be.”

“Midnight!” I yell again, “who is that I said!”

“It’s- it’s general Erlik. He’s supposed to be dead, gone…” she says, staring directly at him.

“Clearly he’s not,” I grumble, getting ready for a tough battle.

“Erlik!” ...