Girvent Forest
"Master, there are four of them left," an Undead Knight whispered.
A black-robed Magician stared silently by his side. He looked extremely ordinary from his features. There was neither a veil of black aura encircling him nor a pair of merciless bloodshot eyes. The only thing peculiar about him was his skin color.
It was sickly white and had sort of a matte finish to it, making it look just like a corpse.
There was a vacant space a few hundred meters away from them. On the open space was a Dark Elf Magician and three ghouls huddled together in a circle. In the middle of those two parties was their target, the mixed blood Dark Elf Alloa.
