Blood of his friends

"Enemy incoming!" Lucien shouted in warning when he sensed the energy of the ghouls close to them. As a necromancer himself, the redhead was able to tell when creatures of the dark arts were in his periphery.

With his warning came a rotten smell that only Alka was able to detect. His olfactory senses weren't as refined as Artemus' but still better than that of the others.

"Akida, fly!" He told the avian.

Together, they went up in the air and were narrowly missed by the two ghouls that had lunged at the spot where they'd been.

"The fuck are we lookin' at?!" Sebastian asked Lucien since the redhead was the first to shout out a warning.

Lucien's eyes were glowing an eerie red as he stared at the monsters. "Ghouls," he answered. "This forest has been overrun by many of them."

"How many?" Sebastian grimly asked. Artemus was somewhere inside there. To think that he was surrounded by the monsters, injured, or even dying made the mage antsy.