The sunrise rays illuminated the frozen village, sweeping the cursed green mist away and showing the familiar sight of fresh corpses and the smell of blood.
Usually, that would have been just their normal morning, carrying the corpses away and leaving them for the forest's beasts. But today, a new addition was added to the mountain of corpses.
Two frost elves, one male and one female, stood above the corpses of the baron's knights.
Under countless shocked gazes, the male elf shouted:
"To all the poor villagers of this miserable land, listen to my voice as I tell the story of the tyrant's fall!"
The villagers' expressions quickly turned into disbelief as the elf raised the head of their baron, and his story was even more shocking.
A day ago, a blindfolded swordsman who wields the power of shadow visited the village and encountered the cursed mist.
