As Korb stood in a lethargic state bearing all his weight on his sword the figure in the mist walked towards him.
"You sure took your sweet time, huh Lark!", said Korb, with a smirk widening on his lips, rubbing blood off his face.
"Two flares in row, did ya wet yourself or somethin", said Lark trying to taunt Korb.
"I didn't fire the first one", replied Korb coughing out blood.
"Then who did", asked Lark.
With the arrived help Korb felt somewhat relived. He sat down and flipped at Lark.
"This is what I get after saving ya sorry ass," said lark in an annoyed voice.
"Up, moron", said Korb still coughing.
Hearing this Lark looked up only to see brief flashes of thunder followed by shadows that appealed as somethings were clashing amidst the clouds.
"The heck is that", he commented Lark with expression of pure bewilderment as he stood there astonished looking at the sky.
"Sir, behind you", shouted one of the soldiers who was still fending off what were left of the dead army.
A corpse appeared out of the thick mist growling and tried to get a hit at lark with his half-broken sword but was burnt to ash before he could reach a distance effective enough for a sneak attack.
[Heath enters the scene]
"It's the new guy", said Heath as he put out the fire on the dead's ash with a flick of his finger.
"The healer!", exclaimed Lark.
"He isn't just a fuckin healer", stressed Heath with anger depicting on his face embedded with a frown, looking Lark right in the eye.
"What do you mean?", asked Korb confused.
"Firstly, the guy who healed my sister-", said Heath but was interrupted in between..
"Rein?", said Lark.
"Yes! that Rein guy", said Heath.
Heath: [in a hurried voice] "Firstly, he punched the anomality which made it fly."
"FLY!?", said Lark and Korb both surprised.
"Wait, a minute the anomality which ripped up our town", question Lark.
"Yes, Sir", replied heath. [stressing on sir]
Heath: Secondly, he healed me from the verge of death. But not like normal healing, it.. it... was like in an instant and I have an arm now.
"An arm?", said both lark and Korb together again with confused looks.
Heath: "Well the anomality had ripped my left arm and the guy-"
Lark and Korb: Rein?
"For God's sake, SHUT IT bastards", yelled heath annoyed to the limit.
"Now thirdly he took the anomality up in the clouds, acting all cool."
"And the most annoying of all he told me to fuckin run away", shouted Heath blazing with anger.
"So, he is engaging the anomality right now, airborne", said Lark as he made out the summary of the information just bestowed.
"He told me to run away. And even that Infront of my sister and the kids.", yelled Heath.
"Ok, we'll talk about your inferiority complex sometime after, right now since that new guy is combatting the anomality we have to take care of the things here", said Lark.
"But how did you guys know about the situation here", exclaimed Korb in a shivering voice.
"Dammit, he's losing too much blood, he can't even reason now", said Lark.
"He can fix him", murmured Heath.
Lark: What?
"I just told you he grew my ripped off arm back, he can fix him in no time. We need to take him to Rein.", said Heath.
"But first we have to put down the Necromancer", said Lark.
Heath: "What Necromancer?"
"The one who is controlling the dead. I saw him on my way here", replied Lark.
By the time they were done talking the Necromancer had regained its army, which was now even greater than before.
"Sir we can't hold them back forever, we can't even see where they are coming from in this thick mist", grunted one of the Lark's men fending off the corpse.
"The mist is now working in our favor, remove it Lark", said Heath.
"But the Necromancer will know our exact location then", claimed Lark.
[Lark: Ability->Formidable mist->creating a thick mist for maximum of three hundred meters and the user can hide his presence in the mist]
"Can't you just sneak up to him and thrust him with your spear or something", questioned Heath.
"If I could've, I would've. He have himself surrounded in a barrier made of dead." replied Lark.
"Sir their numbers are increasing", yelled a soldier.
The distant land hidden in the mist growled of the dead. While on the ground lied Korb bleeding.
["Lift the mist"]
Lark heard the voice in his head.
Lark: "Vilson is that you!"