'Death' frowned, the Spy scoffed.
Crumbling remnants of defeated soldiers?
Then, 'Death' looked at the monitor above the second incubator on the left.
The strong Dwarf raised the Shield Wall, and the ferocious Beastmen came charging.
At the moment of impending collision, a golden shimmer, the Elves stepped out.
On the mad battlefield, no one saw, at the edge of the battlefield, a small exploration team quietly entered the castle where the Evil Dragon's treasure was stored.
'Death' grew increasingly scornful.
Thieves?
Hmph!
A cold snort from the heart.
'Death' intensely despised thieves and liars.
Then, continuing his gaze, 'Death' looked at the monitor above the third incubator on the left.
