For a moment, Winterseed was shrouded in total silence as time seemed to come to a halt.
At the middle of the village, fog appeared. Gradually and slowly, it stretched and covered the village and its surrounding. An eerie sound reminiscing of an endless cry echoed across the area the fog covered.
Standing at the heart of the fog were Rowan, grasping his sword as his eyes fixed ahead of him. Beside him was Eliman who cast a defensive blood magic spell on himself, a blood-red full body armor shrouded him.
Dragun and Merla were a few meters away from the heart of the spell, they too cast defensive magic spells over their bodies.
"They would appear soon." Eliman whispered to Rowan.
As though his words were the call to the evil spirits, several dozens of them appeared.
Floating several meters above the ground were entities of different appearance and height.
