The breeze of the wind across Ladross Prairie is ever-changing from cold and heated sensation.
Usually, Laken preferred fighting his foe whenever there's an afterglow or after the sun has set, having an advantage over the shade of the two moons, yet, this fateful morning is the first time he challenged a foe under the influence of the bright sunlight.
A war between the fallen and the cursed ones, striving to prove their convictions as the truth by the means of violence and bloodshed which Laken hated the most.
"Release the arrows!" Alisa gestured a magic spell command. All of the undead skeletons behind him released the volley of arrows above the skies. Balakiel and Artarel looked up only to see a torrential rainfall of countless arrows. Each arrow isn't just a normal silver or wooden a
