Defense (1)
"Urgh!"
An undead was thrown out of a detached house and landed outside. Putrid blood oozed out of its gone limbs, letting out a nauseating smell.
Veron walked out of the broken wall, carrying Haera like a baby using only his left hand.
"How troublesome."
He was idly sitting beside Haera when chaos erupted everywhere. The previous owner jumped on him after smashing through the door.
'Is this the reason why some students of the Heavenly Magic Academy were here a couple of days ago?'
His pointy ears perked up after someone shouted not far away from his position.
"The caravan, they're in trouble."
Veron picked up the pace and jogged.
Stepping on the soft snow, he quickly arrived at an intersection. A group of corrupted warriors ambushed him, swinging their weapons without hesitation.