Killing the undead had become almost like a habit for Ezra. He could wipe out a horde of ghouls or skeletal warriors even with his eyes closed. However, the corrupted elves presented a different kind of challenge.On the one hand, there was the moral implication of committing genocide against the last elven tribes, while on the other, it was another needless waste of time and resources.Ezra knew that he could not command the Imperial Army to fight the elves, or their already dwindling morale would take a greater hit. Besides, he still hadn’t figured out what kind of magic was flowing out of the Wandering Stones.“Alright, here is the plan. We are going to handle things quietly in here. Our goal is to get close to the Wandering Stones and try to disrupt the spell cast by Vorus,” he whispered to Aurelia while keeping his eyes on the elven congregation. “I will try to distract the elves. But you need to be my eyes on the ground. If you can use your spectral angel to purify the Wandering

Yelaine’s ghost uttered a cryptic incantation and pointed its longbow skyward before firing off all three arrows into the veil of darkness. The black clouds rumbled with thunder as bolts of crimson lightning streaked across the sky. An eerie green portal opened overhead, emitting a pale green aura.“Watch out!” Ezra warned as a thousand poison-tipped arrows rained down from the sky, peppering the valley like hailstones.“Sacred Protection!” Aurelia snapped her fingers, activating her spectral angel’s defensive ability to shield herself and Ezra under a dome of holy light.The arrows bounced harmlessly off the barrier, keeping them unharmed. But Yelaine reached into his quiver again and pulled out another enchanted arrow.This time, the ghastly elf shot a binding arrow at the blindfolded angel, shackling its spectral form in magic chains.Aurelia was forced to recall her Spectral Companion back into its relic as it burst into sparks.“This guy is not playing around. He has way too many

With the corrupted Wandering Stones destroyed, the crimson beams shooting into the sky disappeared, and the dark clouds drifted away, allowing the morning sun to grace the valley with its warm radiance.As Vorus’ spell was broken, the grass sprung back to life, and the barren trees sprouted new leaves. The Rot Vines shrunk and withered away, making way for winter flowers and ripe old berries.Aurelia commanded her spectral angel to purge the corruption, and her holy aura drove the shadows out, cleansing the land again.Flavius smiled as he looked at the birds flocking to the trees and new tulips blooming in the fields. His home was slowly healing from the darkness, and it gladdened his heart to see his men wearing cheerful smiles on their faces again.The free tribes inhabiting the Vale of Lost Scribes had always been hostile toward humans, especially those hailing from the capital. But by vanquishing the corrupted apparition of Yelaine Shadowstrider and saving their home, Ezra had ear

Count Gressil took charge of the Imperial Riflemen while Marquis Desmond led the rest of the ground troops including the cavaliers and swordsmen.Meanwhile, Aurelia coordinated with Flavius to get his elven archers and shamans into marching formation.Having spent all their lives roaming the valley like hunters, the elves from the Thousand Arrows had very little experience fighting pitched battles or laying siege to fortified strongholds.Since these free elves preferred to stalk their prey and hunt from the shadows, Aurelia decided to organize them into a separate battalion of specialized shock troops.“Your elves won’t be fighting with the rest of the Imperial Troops. I think your elves are more suited for infiltrations and assassinations,” she explained to Flavius. “Where do you want us then?” he questioned, eager to join the war efforts.“You are staying back. I need your elves to act as a special infiltration battalion. If things get out of control and we need something to be han

“Divine Glory!” Aurelia shouted, ordering her spectral companion to use her special ability.As the necrophages converged on the Imperial troops, the blindfolded angel raised her spear skyward, unleashing a divine curse that ravaged the ranks of the undead.The holy light pulsing from her spectral weapon blinded the ghouls and burned their skin, causing them to shriek and crawl back into the shadows. Owing to their scaly hides and tougher flesh, the Slashers resisted the burn but were dazzled by the bright light.Staying in the holy light caused the necrophages to lose their regenerative abilities and dealt continuous damage to their rotting bodies. Their flesh started peeling off their bones as their skin sizzled and hissed.Marquis Desmond realized the enemy was in a spot of bother and immediately pressed the offensive, ordering the Imperial Troops to attack.The Imperial Cavaliers rode out with purpose and trampled down the retreating ghouls while the swordsmen formed a protective c