The distant forest swayed gently, resembling a breeze passing through. A smile appeared at the corner of Zilvra's mouth; the mage had already foreseen the possibility of this scenario occurring. The female Drow silently approached Lynch, bent low, her curled body like a leopard ready to pounce. Lynch had told her that when the spell becomes very "spectacular," all flowing with brilliance, it's actually the start of executing the plan. Lynch had long utilized the knowledge he learned from the Dark Elves, using the Magic Origin he mastered to drive the Magic Scrolls he prepared days ago, making the transformation of this swamp continue automatically. The attention-grabbing effect he created now was for the Undead.
Zilvra suddenly lunged at Lynch's back, her weapon in hand slicing a perfect arc from the mage's left waist to his right shoulder. A blood flower burst into the sky above the wetland, Lynch's scream alarming the birds across the land.
