Erling's expression became noticeably downcast, "It couldn't be help. The territory I was serving and the surrounding ones were invaded by Abysmal Monsters."
(A/N: Abysmal Monsters are those controlled by the Abysmal Race for example Liches.)
"It turns out our situation are not so different." Winston smiled wryly.
Erling also let out a bitter smile.
The atmosphere was gloomy before Erling turned to Stefan.
"How about you, Stefan?"
Contrary to Winston, Erling and Stefan were much older.
Despite Erling was approaching his forties, he had kept his physique well maintained. His red burgundy hair was shoulder length curled like waves framing his angular face beautifully complementing his caramel brown eyes.
He had an old small scar on his right brow and lower left chin.
On the other hand, Stefan was bald. He had a long dark brown lumber jack beard and thick mustache. His eyes were in the shade of yellow that would often be mistaken for gold and was way more muscular than Erling.
