Everyone stopped their fighting.
The city, which was resonating with the clash of metals and filled with shouts of aggressors and cries of victims, suddenly fell silent.
Even the people who were writhing in pain as well stopped the moaning.
It seemed as if an ancient green fog was spreading across the city!
Dame Elara Vancroft's heart suddenly stopped in unknown horror.
She looked at his opponent, the strange masked adventurer Arin Drez.
He was promising and a good opponent but too green to hold a candle to a veteran like her, infused with the divine blessing of Malkurt.
His mask was looking pretty uncanny suddenly.
She gulped, despite having the upper hand over him even a while ago.
It seemed he was laughing under the mask, as his eyes could not hide the sudden sadistic joy.
They seemed to be burning in a toxic green glow.
"You…you are…," Elara gasped, "you are an Undead?"
