"Weird," Caesar muttered to himself, nudging the corpse with his boot. "These demonic monsters are strange. No crystal cores, no magicite… completely useless aside from the body itself." He grunted, then pulled out a dimensional pouch and stuffed the hulking corpse inside before turning back toward Xylia.
"Just got word from Tangere. His scouts spotted some of your Wood Elves on the outer perimeter. Let's move."
Xylia nodded, not bothering to ask how Caesar had received the message. News that her people were alive was all that mattered.
Deep within the forest, on the farthest edge of the Plague-thralls' formation, a dozen Wood Elves leaped between the colossal trees. They were being hunted. The stench of their living flesh had drawn a pack of demonic monsters that pursued them like mad dogs.
"Captain, there's another large group of those passive demonic monsters ahead!" a scout called back, her voice tight with panic. "The ones that don't attack on sight. What are our orders?"
