Day ▋▋ - ▋▋:▋▋ ▋▋ - Stone Fortress, Eastern Mountain, Spirit Dimension
The flames that engulfed the forest was still not extinguished but was already weakened enough by the rain for the warriors to force their way through. Tired, injured, and heavy-hearted, they pushed their way up the mountain why Mark covered their rear.
Mark faced the horde of infected Spirit Races. Even though most of them chased after the retreating Demons, there was still a lot left to tail Mark and the warriors of Stone Fortress. Among them, a few infected Demons could be seen here and there. Facing all these enemies alone, Mark was forced to use his miasma to block magical attacks that came his way. Fearless and with a grin on his face, he tainted the charred forest with blood and dust of the disintegrated bodies of the infected.
The warriors saw how Mark fought and wanted to join him. However, with their current condition, they would be more baggage than help.
