"The... Mark of the Lost Shadow Guardian?" Zeras asked with a raised eyebrow as he slowly felt the strange mark that was on his back.
At the last minute, he had been attacked by the Guardian, and even though he had retaliated, it had still scorched his back and sent him flying out of the realm.
But now, it seemed that wherever the Lost Guardian was, it still had business with him, as it placed its mark on Zeras, probably in order to be able to find him.
"Without the presence of a higher power, your death is sealed."
"You will die at the hands of the Lost Shadow Guardian as he will hunt you, even in your wildest dreams..." The Dark Shaman said to Zeras, whose eyes flashed, a trace of fear wanting to sneak into his heart, yet it was immediately thrown away by him.
"Then, by the gods you will watch me as I prevail..." he responded back before picking up the slumbering body of the man he rescued and stepping out of the door, back into the darkness.
