--- Zelhart Point of View ---
Even though it was a sunny day, Zelhart was seeing only black and write, as if he was tired, but not physically. His hair was tinged by dried blood, that was hardly coming off.
After finishing the fourth city on the new lands and killing everyone in his path, Zelhart could barely walk. The instincts were still sharp, but his mind screamed "stop" while he advanced.
"I have to restore the balance, to fulfill my duty to Nature." He kept repeating for himself as an excuse to keep going.
At least he maintained his sanity after all this, that's why he feels so bad and wants to stop.
However, it was finally the day of the party. The undead army marched under his command until a small cliff near Plynty, the best place he found to hide the Abyss troops until the defenses are disabled.
