The distant forest swayed gently, resembling a gust of wind passing through. A smile appeared on Zilvra's lips as the mage had already foreseen the possibility of this scenario occurring. The Drow woman stealthily approached Lynch, bending low, her body curled like a leopard ready to pounce. Lynch had told her that when spells became exceedingly "magnificent" and were full of glitter, it was actually the time to execute the plan. Lynch had long since utilized the knowledge learned from the Dark Elf, using the Magic Origin he mastered to drive the Magic Scrolls prepared days ago, making the transformation work of this swamp proceed automatically. Now the remarkable effect he was creating was to show to the Undead beings.
Zilvra suddenly charged at Lynch's back, her weapon in hand drew a perfect arc, swinging from the mage's left waist to his right shoulder. A spray of blood blossomed in the air over the wetland, and Lynch's scream startled the birds throughout the land.
