Old Friend
Enraged, Alfher prepared to attack but was quickly halted by his brother Alvar. "Brother, wait!"
Alfher halted, surprised by his brother's action. "Huh, why?!" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You are always too hasty. Look at him carefully," Alvar advised, and Alfher heeded his brother's words.
He once again took a look at Ossa, who was still on his knees, paying respect to the queen sitting a few meters behind the two brothers, her face covered by a white veil.
Her cold golden eyes looked at Ossa in silence, waiting for them to finish their evaluation of the undead.
"I can't see through him," Alfher stepped back in shock, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Who are you?!" he demanded, a silver sword materializing in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at Ossa's neck.