As the Lumidrakes crawled out of the depths of the forest, the cohort braced themselves for the second wave.
Like many other races of monsters, killing their leader had put them in a frenzy. These beautiful and majestic beasts had become ravagers, seeking nothing but blood and destruction.
And yet, Northern couldn't help the restraint he felt. Only he, perhaps, could bring a quick and equal end to this, but he felt it was so unfair to the monsters.
Of course, this stemmed from what he had read of their leader's True Name.
Perhaps, they were not the first to invade the forest. Whoever was the first had killed their overseer.
And now… they were killing them…
It felt unjust.
But Raven was right, if they didn't fight, they'd be killed.
'...but still.'
While he was still contemplating, the Lumidrakes surged forward, their roars filling the air.
