The alarm brings a long a high ranking officer from the Order - a Grand Field Marshall. Along with him are three others freelancer swordsman. Without much interrogations and negotiations, the Grand Field Marshall withdraws his sword, bearing the insignia of the Order and a fierce battle took off in the busy street of Market Square.
With her swift moves and undead body, all hacks and slashes are deemed useless. Any wounds will take less than a second to heal. It is as though she is an undead. Seeing these irritating guards, the undead draws her sword and lets out a loud eerie scream!
Out of nowhere, appears 2 dark figures, even stronger looking than the undead. Upon chant, roots from the ground entangle the Grand Field Marshall, rendering his escape. Hoards of insects were summon to devour him alive as strong cleaves were seen hacking into his armor and cleaving his arm. A combination of coldfire engulfs the victim and within seconds, he drops dead by the final blow from the Lich.
The other swordsman fled the scene, knowing they are no match for these unholy beings. "Nothing can stop us to complete our task. Nothing at all...", says the sage-like dark figure, covered with a black robe with a sign of the Black Church.
