Eiro took a deep breath and looked at the snow in front of his feet. It was the third night in a row that he spent out here, trying to strenghten the energy that the Death Magic stone gave off in order to lure someone here.
Most of the time, the ones that came here were just weak Undead Hunters, which were soon added to Eiro's collection of bodies underneath the ice. But it's been getting a little bit boring, since he really couldn't do anything. He didn't want to become one of Eliza Koperia's targets, after all, so he had to be fully aware of anything going on around him at all times. He couldn't mess around with someone that possessed a Master grade skill, after all.
However, since it was around 4 in the morning now, Eiro had to start heading back home and prepare to leave for the classes he would be teaching later today. He stretched a bit and cracked his knuckles, slowly spreading out his wings.
