Abel was roaming around and searching the shelters when he saw a horde of Netherels marching into the forest. Because of the mark on his forearm, he was fearless of the Netherels and followed them behind to see where they were going. The Orc's laughter didn't help it but revealed its location to Abel.
Standing on top of a branch and hiding within the darkness, Michael noticed Abel approaching the Orc with his spear raised. The distance between the Orc and Abel rapidly decreased but the Orc had no idea of the upcoming danger.
"What's on his forearm?" Michael frowned looking at light radiating from Abel's forearm.
In a few moments, Abel leaped out of the darkness and landed near the bonfire startling the Orc.
"Who?!" The Orc stumbled back in shock and before it could order the Netherels to attack the intruder, Abel's spear tip glowed and let out golden rays of light.
