Anor’s ears fell to the ground. The dark elf’s characteristic long ears had been cut in half, standing erect like an elf's but reduced to the size of a human's. Anor now bore a strange appearance that straddled the realms of dark elves and humans.1

In the wake of his Anor's transformation, he emanated an aura of black energy.0

“…!” Karmat instinctively retreated.0

He could feel the energy of death from Anor. It was an energy that would make any living being recoil in fear.0

“This is…” muttered Karmat while sifting through his memories.0

He was in utter disbelief. He heard that this kind of energy had been eradicated from the northern region, but it now flowed out from Anor and emanated its unique stench.1

“Dammit…” muttered Karmat.0

Then someone suddenly grabbed his foot, and Karmat looked below. The dead Nakai had come back from the dead and was thrusting a dagger into Karmat’s calves. Karmat slumped down in shock.2

“Ahhhhh!” he screamed.0

When Karmat came to his senses, he grabbed Nakai by the hair, but Nakai continued to stab Karmat’s calves like a machine. As an undead who couldn’t feel pain, Nakai persistently stabbed Karmat over and over again until Karmat hurled him across the room in a feat of desperation.0

Nakai twitched as he struggled to get up from the ground. His bones had dislocated from the impact and moved in strange ways, but he was able to stand up. Nakai walked slowly, swaying back and forth as he made his way toward Karmat.0

“He’s a necromancer!” shouted...4