The Dewdale massacre
Shocked gasps escaped from the crowd as the newly recruited Gunners started gossiping in hushed tones.

They had been hearing plenty of rumors over the past few days about necrophages roaming the lands in broad daylight, and what this man blurted out before collapsing only made them more anxious.

The Veterans, however, remained calm. Most of them thought the villager was delirious from his injuries and exhaustion and did not know what he was talking about.

But Lord Sebastian and Aurelia knew something terrible had happened.

“Move out of the way!” Lord Sebastian exclaimed aloud. “And don’t panic.”

“I got this.” Flavius pushed through the crowd as it parted and made way for him. The other Elders slowly followed suit.

Flavius crouched and sat beside the wounded man. He then carefully touched the man’s forehead with his right thumb and ring finger and uttered an ancient elven incantation.

Seconds later, the tips of his fingers started glowing and emitting a pale green light.

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