⚔️Serberia

Patrolling the territories east of the city seemed like a trivial task, albeit a potentially dangerous one, which is why their squad was assigned to it. However, unsettling events accompanied this journey. The group set out with reduced numbers – some time earlier, it became known that Alessia had gone missing, and the search yielded no results; no one knew or saw anything, as if she had vanished into thin air along with her belongings. Strangely, at the beginning of the expedition, a replacement was found – a hunchbacked grotesque in a mask approached them, as if he had been waiting for them on the outskirts of the forest. Without much hesitation, he asked to join them. There were no serious objections, but Rhohei kept a close watch on the suspicious hunchback. This vagrant looked frail and weak, but one could never be too sure... Upon reaching the crossroads, the company discovered an unknown individual who looked like a half-human, half-demon. An aura of dark magic and great danger emanated from the figure, and as it approached, Anders' crossbow bolt pierced the stranger's eye socket. But this accurate shot, which would have instantly killed an ordinary person, only made him pull the bolt out of his skull as if it were a splinter. Such an unceremonious attack did not go unanswered, and in the next moment, the equipment of the unfortunate patrol turned into useless rags as a vortex of dark energy emanating from the sorcerer engulfed the group. Mirae sadly surveyed her brand-new Ilian shirt, hanging in tatters on her shoulders. Renold tried to engage in a dialogue with this creature from hell, and it seemed to be successful; it named itself, explained where it was going, and what it needed from them. But Anselm apparently didn't hear or understand, after which he collapsed to the ground with a horrifying crunch – Zeno couldn't stand his insolence and broke the relaxed swordsman with a single kick, and then added Imelda to the mix, who, in a fit of madness, tried to attack Anselm's offender. Such actions, performed with such force and efficiency, stunned the group. A battle with this monster could very well be their last... When the comrades gathered their courage and tried to defuse the situation, Rhohei, meanwhile, leaned over the injured. He quickly wiped the blood from Imelda's face with a clean cloth and covered it with a bandage, then turned to Anselm. The situation here was much more complicated... He needed to be urgently taken to the city for proper medical assistance. Supporting the Anemonian under the arm, he called out to one of his friends to help him carry the wounded man to a safe place.