The sun radiance clears the mist that is shadowing the sandy land. A person wearing a black cloak walked into the undead town. At a glance, you could see the town had experienced countless battles. Houses were burnt, pieces of planks fall to the endless pile of ashes, and scattered glasses. This had to be expected since this town is close to the battlefield. The only thing that is puzzling is that there are no corpses nor bones. The cloaked person frown at the sight of the town. The informants sent the cloaked person to help evacuate the town people. The cloaked person steps inside the mayor's house. The house was located in the middle of the town and is the biggest building. They step inside and search for clues that could explain where the townsfolk had gone to. The ground level of the house consists of the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Seeing as they couldn't find any clues to these rooms the cloaked person decide to try their luck upstairs. As they ascend the wooden stairs creak.
Finally arrived at the second floor of the house the cloaked person survey their surrounding. The second floor of the house consists of four rooms, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and an office. Disregarding the other rooms the cloaked person head straight to the office. Inside the office, there is only a table and chair. The cloaked person is stunned. Usually, there were boxes littered everywhere and the table is overflowing with papers but this office only has a table and a chair. Either the mayor had a spatial ability or the files are stored somewhere else. Feeling troubled, the cloaked person gave up investigating and decided to leave it to the professionals.
The cloaked person exited the house and shuffles inside their pockets and pulls out a communicator. Sighing, they felt like their request for vacation will be put on hold. After all, they were sent to this town to protect the people and now not only did they failed but they can't even found a shred of evidence of what happened to this town. The worst part is they made a lot of enemies and these said enemies will use this incident to ruin their reputation.
After sending the report. They heard a snicker behind them. At the side of their peripheral vision, they saw a shadow lurking near the caravan. Sensing the murderous intent they smile under their hood. Looks like not all hope is lost, someone is still here. While the cloaked person thinks of a way to convince their new friend countless fireballs appear out of nowhere. Upon impact, a huge explosion occurs at the undead town. Laughter erupted from the dark figure as they step out of their hiding spot. A man in their late fifty's emerged. His hair is white, his eyes are red and his face filled with wrinkles but not from old age but from the book he was holding. The book is old and ragged and at the center of it is a crest. As the crest glow, the man's skin becomes more pale and wrinkly. Interesting, This book seems to suck out the life force of whoever comes near it, and if you listen carefully you could even hear screams full of pain.
Smiling, the old man must have thought they killed the cloaked person when suddenly a shadow pass by above his head. Turning around, they saw the cloaked person standing unharmed and even waving at them. As if to say his surprise attack didn't work. Feeling mocked, he raised his hand and chant a spell. A dark magic circle appears beneath him and two dark knights emerge. The dark knight's body is shroud with dark mists. It let out a battle cry before charging at the cloaked person.
Amused, the cloaked person dodges the attack of the knights and mutters a spell. Before the knights could swing their swords countless vines wrap around them. The knights struggle and tried to tear out the vines that are trapping them. The cloaked person mutters the word Freeze and the vines that trapped the dark knights glow. The once struggling dark knights froze into their spot and collapse. The cloaked person turns their head towards the old man and flashes behind them. The old man felt a cold metallic object press in his neck. Crack, the knife that was pressing in his neck shatter, and a dark mist surround the old man. Inside the mist, countless souls shriek making the ground shook.
The cloaked person's eyes brightened, they wave their left hand and a bow made out of a vine appeared. Pulling the string, a small magic circle appears at the tip of the bow. Their eyes held expectation as they release the string. A small light arrow materialized and hit the dark mist. Upon impact, the old man flew a few feet and hit one of the houses. The white arrow burst into a white flame burning the dark mist. The dark mist scream in agony as it slowly burned, it went inside the book to hide and seemingly forgot the old man. The cloaked person releases a few more arrows and each direct hit burns the old man. Surprisingly, the clothes of the old man and the house nearby didn't catch on fire but the old man scream in agony. He let go of the book and his body thrashes around as if he caught on fire. The cloaked person frowned, this is not what they were expecting. There were sure that the dark mist could take on their holy flame. That's right, the white fire is not an ordinary fire. It burns the soul of anyone that touches it. As the old man rolled around, the cloaked person bend down and picked up the book. The book struggled but under the binding spell the cloaked person cast it soon lost its will to fight. Glancing at the rolling dirty old man, the cloaked person snaps their finger, and the old man stops rolling. Just like that, the old man stops breathing. Turning away, the cloaked person smirked. It looks like their vacation will not be put on hold. The cloaked person started their journey towards the train station dreaming about the sandy beach at the five-star resort. Unbeknownst to them, the corpse of the old man turns into ink and seeps through the sand.
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