Wolf de la Mar

In a sun knight barracks, the group of Zanzalien, Ahori, Tryforn, and others were celebrating the victory of a mission against anarchist groups. For them who had lived through the worst of unimaginable hells, fighting non-zerbarix beings had become easier and less unmotivated than ever, there were no casualties or problems to resolve conflicts.

‘Maybe it sounds a little crazy, but who knew that years of fighting those cursed things would make us the strongest and most skilled group of all the other sun knights,’ Zanzalien commented as he continued to drink with his companions in high spirits.

‘True, I have never shot arrows so accurately before. Humans, demi-humans or magical creatures are not as fast or resilient as a zerbarix spawn,’ replied Tryforn cheerfully.

‘Guys, guys, calm down both of you, remember we are still wearing the uniform, try to be more... ideal’. The elf added.