75-The Hero of Old

Lord Prestonheim woke up in the cold, dimly lit room of the Arenfall castle. He moved his body to check the wounds he got during that deadly battle against the monsters from the burrow. He still couldn't believe that after all this time, his great granduncle's bedtime story was actually true.

The silver-haired Commander sat on the bed and tried to recall everything that had occurred during that chaotic situation. He recalled struggling against those damned monsters with every ounce of light magic he could conjure and made sure every attack counted.

The Dhampiirs proved to be worthy of their lore. The hellish creatures came and fed on him, draining him with his blood while showing him both fear and despair. From the images they flooded his mind to the revenants they summoned along with them, he thought he would've died on that encounter.