Marcus turned towards the source of the attack that had stooped his momentum in the battle against The Ghost King.
He had one-sidedly been pushing Arriba into a corner by targeting the scepter that was a powerful undead weapon and the true source of his power. Though before he could deliver the finishing blow against the abomination of a weapon, someone else had interfered.
Looking at the interloper, he appeared to look like a normal human around seventy years old. His hair was graying, and he had the presence of a veteran warrior.
Still, Marcus could see through this façade. There was something far more sinister about this man than the outward appearance that he was displaying.
"That's a pretty good disguise, but don't think I can't feel the disgusting presence you emit, demon." Marcus spat.