Chapter 50: Fen

The scene before me was unsettling.

Bodies of goblins and hostages lay sprawled across the forest floor, lifeless and cold.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of blood, and an eerie silence had settled over the area, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees.

My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the carnage, my fingers twitching with the urge to grab Doom from my inventory.

Something, no, someone, had done this.

And then I saw him.

A figure stood amidst the corpses, untouched and pristine, as if death itself had no claim on him.

His silver hair flowed down his back in shimmering waves, catching the dim forest light like strands of moonlight.

His silver eyes, cold and emotionless, locked onto me with a quiet intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

The loose silver tunic he wore barely moved in the breeze, as though even nature hesitated to touch him.