Behind the cloak

[You've leveled up]

[You've leveled up]

[You've obtained stat points]

[You've obtained stat points]

The system notifications flooded into Finrod's mind as he stared at the lifeless bodies of the fungi revenants. There was silence, and he didn't move. His sword was in his hand tightly gripped but stripped of its light and power. Unlike the arrows, it didn't burn or melt to nothing.

BAM!

Something had smashed in and from the sound of it, it came from behind.

'Someone's in.' he swiftly turned.

There beside the blackened corpse and mushrooms stood Neska with a stoic expression looking down at the display beside him.

He slowly turned up his head to look Finrod in the eyes.

Their eyes met and Finrod saw coldness in his. He tightened his grip on the sword's hilt, furrowing his brows expecting an attack.