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Azel woke up in a crypt with no memory of who or even what he is. When he encounters a rather unfriendly duo he discovers that his true nature is that of a ticking time bomb.

Desperate to maintain his humanity, Azel agrees to accompany the two to a civilisation that actively despises his nature. And it certainly doesn't help when he finds himself in the middle of a power struggle between individuals he can't even fathom.

A Zombie's Path to Power

"Me..?" Questioned Azel, tilting his head in confusion. The elf's icy blue eyes were admittedly unnerving, perhaps even more so than his red pair... Unfortunately the zombie obscured his own with the enchanted lenses, so a direct comparison was impossible.

The elf's gaze sharpened. "What are you?"

The question sent a ripple of unease through the group. Colwyn tensed just slightly. Gryphon's fingers twitched at his side. Penny glanced between them, confused. Azel himself only frowned, was it possible they knew?

Not everyone is born equal, after all. Azel himself could regenerate from wounds in seconds, at the cost of mana, of course. Perhaps the elves had a similar ability that let them knew something was off about him?

Azel's expression remained unchanged, his natural poker face never once breaking. "A squire," he said flatly.

The elf didn't look convinced. "No," they said, taking a slow step forward. "You smell of death."

069 Judged By Forest