Tiles shattered under the thunderous steps of the swift shadow, and a white light emerged as they swung their blade, slamming against Litrakq's blade as she maintained her guard up, the commander was pushed backward several steps, but regardless, she seemed unhurt by the surprise attack.
She narrowed her eyes at the newcomer, and even the city lord, who had thought that figure to be one of his knights, wore a look of surprise as not only did he not have the slightest of clues as to who this was, but the person was most bizarre as well.
It was an old man with white hair, perhaps even older than the lord himself, he was wearing some sort of robes, a style of clothing that was not a thing at all anywhere within the human, or even elven territory.
But most of all, that man was translucent, like a ghost, and his entire being seemed to be made from nothing but pure fighting spirit, wielding a blade with only a single edge, and a rather subtle curvature, he surged forward once more.
