The celebration of the victory over the Iron-Hide Boar was short-lived.
Damien descended into the valley like a dark cloud, followed by his two terrifying "assistants."
"Good kill," Damien said, looking at the steaming carcass of the boar.
"Sloppy execution, terrible footwork, but good kill."
As a teacher, he, of course, could not give them too much praise on their first trip, otherwise it would go to their heads.
So saying this, he kicked the boar's corpse, rolling it over, revealing the metal plating stitched into its belly and the glowing green wires protruding from its spine.
The students gasped.
"What... what is that?" Elena asked, covering her mouth. "is this necromancy?" as an elf she had more information than the rest of her classmates
"Worse," Damien corrected.
He pointed toward a dense cluster of red vines clinging to the cliff face.
"Lyra."
The grey-skinned Elf moved with a blur of motion. Her daggers flashed, shredding the thick vines in seconds.
