Mark stood in the middle of the forest, about 500 meters away from the destroyed and scorched village.
Thanks to the Fire Spirit, the second Veil was located with relative ease.
'They might've had about 10 minutes to prepare last time, since I'd shot the Veil down. It'll be different now.'
A serious expression ruled Mark's face.
'More Corrupted Dark Elves? More Corrupted Dark Elf Warriors maybe? The Berserker was in a shack made of bricks at first. Will have to keep that in mind in case there's another one, or even multiple ones...'
The Veil made what lay beneath it seem similar to any other part of the forest, but if one was to focus on it, faults in the illusion could be noticed.
The way leaves fell to the ground, the way branches shook with the wind, it all seemed slightly, ever so slightly, wrong.
'If there are many of those shacks, or simply multiple Berserkers, retreat.' Mark ordered.
