The Brutal One-sided Beatings

"Hold on, Undra, look at that spear. Isn't that one of His Sire's treasures that was lost by the warrior they sent here last week?" Even the colors had changed, Freyja still recognize it. Since she was in charge of jobs that sometimes require her to speak with the Lich King directly, she had a chance to have a glimpse of his treasure vaults.

Undra narrowed her eyes and stared at the spear.

Freyja is right. They're identical, especially that unique shaped of the blade, moulded to resembled fire. Then the one who attacked them may have been responsible behind the disappearance of the Orb of Requiem.

The two became more vigilant.

Suddenly, they saw a figure fell from above. Her hair long raven hair billowing from the winds. She landed gracefully approaching the spear and slowly pulled it out.