"Venri, Zilna, make sure no more enemies are around."
"Katrin, Anna, go over this area; take anything that can be used for weapons, crafting or even tailoring; their scales are pretty strong. Have the dark elves peel them; try to clean them before you store them, though."
Alexander gave the two groups orders; as he began to limp towards the centre of the dome, a strange altar and pulsing black stone stood in its centre with an eerie feeling.
"I don't like this one bit."
Alexander muttered and looked around, his eyes narrowed and his senses at their highest peak.
"Nothing in my range; it looks like whatever was here is dead."
Alexander mumbled and turned his attention back to the black stone in the middle of the forest, his body was still tired and sore from the battle, but he couldn't take his sights away from this stone, which seemed to be made of obsidian.
