When we first arrived, all that surrounded us was darkness.
The atmosphere was thick with Miasma, and I felt the density of malevolence wafting through the air.
It didn't take me a moment to instantly connect to the environment using Spellcraft.
"Uuurhhh…" I heard a voice croak out weakly.
It belonged to an Elf—one who was close to death.
Multiple monstrous figures encompassed her, looking depraved as they grinned with satisfaction.
Their builds were slightly different from the ones that invaded the Eastern Kingdom, but they shared the same features.
That is, their monstrous appearance and the Miasma they exuded.
We had arrived at a bad time—the Demon Beasts were already loose and a conflict had started.
'This could be a good opportunity…' I found myself thinking with a grin.
The more desperate our potential allies were, the better it was for us.
However…
>VWOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHH!!!<
