What was coming now?
The next moment, the wraith legion surprisingly began to part to both sides in a slow, organized movement. A figure was leisurely emerging from the center of the undead army.
Indeed, it appeared to be a humanoid figure. He was festooned in an armor which, although appearing slightly dilapidated on the surface, emanated a faint glow. It was clear that this was not an ordinary piece of equipment.
The figure appeared to be around forty years old. Although his body was covered with armor, he didn't have a helmet on. He held a broad sword in his right hand. The only thing that set him apart from humans was that the visible skin on his face was silver. In fact, all his exposed skin was silver.
He advanced step by step, each stride bringing with it an oppressive force. His eyes were grayish-white, with faint green flames flickering deep within the pupils.
