"Exile!" Clay bellowed as he barged into the workshop, causing Exile to curse as his concentration was broken.
Clay frowned when the golden runes floating above the pages of the book shattered and disappeared. 'What was that?' He noticed an annoyed expression on Exile's face and understood he had interrupted something important. However, that was when his eyes went wide from the suppressive aura leaking from Exile's figure.
"What's wrong, Clay?" Exile asked as he turned to glare at him with a stern expression.
"Sorry, I didn't know..."
"It doesn't matter." Exile cut off his apology with a wave of his hand. "Just tell me what's wrong."
"It's the Deep Stalkers. They'll arrive at Valheim in a few hours." Clay revealed an ugly expression as he explained what had happened.
