The Master Necromancer

Skraal has bought cigar from some sort of a store, He usually had no interest in things like this but he wanted to try it anyway.

The air was getting darker and thunder resonated in the sky as the heavy rain started pouring down.

"Things are getting different than usual."

Skraal right now knew about the invitation of White Night Organization, other than this invitation he does not care about other things as other things has no power to harm himself in anyway.

As the rain started. Some guards showed up on the street, they were yelling.

"All commoners and non-guards are in their home, there is a monster horde attack on Anderwhal City, all people who have no combat capability, get inside of your home and do not leave back."

As Skraal was smoking his cigar, he stopped one of the guards and asked.

"What is happening."

The guard first looked at Skraal and then after noticing from the clothes of other party, that he must be a mage of some sort he answered.

"We dont know for sure, But our people located more than 50.000 Creatures, monsters and many other beings are coming towards to the city."

As Guard finished his words, he left with other guards to patrol the city streets.

Skraal, did not think about it and directly started going towards to the one of the walls, Some guards are tried to stop him after they understood that he is a upper-level mage by the energy he gave off, they did not tried to stop him, they even showed more good behavior towards to him because he was powerful and could help.

As Skraal stood on the wall, he looked at towards to the forest and noticed many low-leveled magical creatures coming towards to the city, Skraal took a deep breath.

"Is everything is comes from a normal events or there is a motive behind of these things."

As he asked, he closed his eyes and after closing his eyes, he gulped as he entered two horror dreams.

The forest is littered with bodies, blood and shells. Red, silver and khaki are the new colors of what was once a harmonious, green forest, which has now become the stage of a bloody war.

The air which would normally be filled with the scent of food from a nearby town is now heavy with the screams of dying fighters and the scent of their blood, enough to make even the bravest tremble in fear.

An army and a rebellion fight each other due to a difference in beliefs, but there's no hint of which side will win. The dead of one side are spread around the forest and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with gritting teeth and their muscles tense and anxious, they take on their enemies.

With the possibility of death shaking their knees the other side courageously fights their enemies with the hope of being the stronger side. Some have succumbed to rage and are recklessly charging towards the enemy with only the aim to kill all, while others can only think of home and what they left behind.

The toll on both nature and humanity is disastrous. It'll likely take a lifetime before this forest will have recovered. It's clear rubble, blood and metal have taken the place of grass, bushes and flowers.

The village is littered with shells, blood and wounded fighters. Red, pink and blue are the new colors of what was once a beautiful, small village, which has now become the stage of a full-blown invasion.

The air which would normally be rich in scents of food, fresh fish and new brews is now deafening loud, the sound of explosions drowns any other sound in the area, enough to make even the bravest tremble in fear.

Two armies fight each other for independance, but with no side on the winning hand, this battle could go on for a long time. The dead of one side lay in heaps across the village and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with their muscles tense and anxious and eyes searching their surroundings, they courageously fight on.

With a lack of confidence in a postive outcome the other side ferociously battles their enemies. Some have succumbed to a frenzy and are killing any enemy they see in a fury of blood and gore, while others can only think of home and what they left behind.

The toll on both nature and humanity is heavy. It'll likely take years before this village will have recovered. It's clear broken siege engines, metal and debris have taken the place of roads, roads and businesses.

As these images ended, Skraal shook his head and grimly thought.

"There is must be a Origin Mage behind of these events, most likely a mage that specialize in beastmaster or something like that, There is a chance that it could be a creature that have origin powers in his side to control these creatures, if it is a creature of some sort, then it has enough reasons to attack and kill humans without needing any kind of motive at all."

Skraal, concluded, At that time, A middle-aged man wearing mage clothes and radiating strong magical energy come to side of Skraal and started talking.

"May you introduce yourself."

Skraal looked at the man and answered.

"I am Skraal, a strong mage"

As Skraal said his words, he used a energy enough to block the magical energy of the middle-aged mage, showing that he is stronger than them.

Middle-Aged man was a level 7 mage and commander of mages in the city, After feeling the magical energy of this strange man named Skraal crushing down on himself he gulped and thought.

"I am level 7 mage but he can crush me with his magical energy, a power like this only exist Royal Mage and Protector Of Anderwhal, if this man on our side, we will not have many diffuculties taking down these creatures at all".