NOTE: Edited - 04/09/23
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A shadow darted from one tree to the next. It moved so stealthily that I doubt anyone who didn't know its secret would've caught sight of it in this busy, unholy grove.
Yeah, the shadow in question was me.
The sound of boots crunching against fallen leaves strewn across the craggy earth caught my attention, drawing my gaze to the six undead elves marching into the grove ahead of me.
To their master's credit, these undead warriors moved like trained soldiers who must've retained the skills they had in life. They traversed the grove with confident but cautious steps, keeping close to the tree cover, never moving in a straight line, and always with their weapons at the ready to strike at anything that might jump out at them. They were the elven equivalent of SEALS infiltrating the enemy stronghold but with the added advantage of having unkillable bodies.
'Dude, necromancers are freaking OP…'
