Tomorrow morning in the Vashara village...
The newly build gate of the Vashara village started to slowly open, revealing the vast white land outside the villages.
And waiting in front of the gate, were the 4 fox people that had been visited by the personification of the chilling cold and death.
Or at least that was what they thought that Danzel was.
The 4 of them looked at the vast white lands lost in thought, but not long after, their attention was drawn to the sound of several footsteps stepping at the snow. And from all the footsteps, one particular made them flinch.
Without even turning around, they felt the ominous aura of death radiating from him.
Of course, the being in question was the death knight known as Rue Danzel.
Or to them, as Harsch Death.
"It seems that all 4 of you have decided to take upon the task." Danzel's chilling voice said with amusement.
