Even though Night had healed him, Zaroth still felt exhausted beyond belief.
"Now that my mana core has reached the Epic-tier, I can start learning Nightshade's Shadow skill," he realized, still lying on Luna's back.
Usually, he would have started to theorize on what was the best way to learn the skill. He had met a man being able to use the same ability, so he was certain it was doable — the question was how he would go about mastering it himself.
But, considering his condition, he decided to leave it for another day.
After some time, Luna spoke in his mind, advising him to observe the view.
With a grunt, Zaroth stood up, his eyes widened at the scene.
They were close to the city, yet it didn't look like it. The terrain had changed significantly. There were thousands of corpses lying on the ground, trees felled, ground shattered.
"We have been attacked?" he hissed, his eyes becoming darker.
