He leaned forward, his silver armor tracing an arc through the dappled light. His voice, thick with unconcealed urgency and the thrill of the chase, boomed toward Mark, the player leading the charge.
"I've sensed the Undead Legion's presence!"
He raised his hand and pointed into the depths of the forest, his fingertips turning white from the force.
"The air is growing thick with the stench of death, and the fluctuations of their pale blue Soul Fires are becoming clearer. They can't be far! They're just up ahead!"
The player from the Eagle Country, Mark, frowned slightly upon hearing this and gave a steady nod.
He waved his hand, his silver gauntlet cutting a sharp arc through the air. His voice boomed with unquestionable authority:
"Full speed ahead!"
"Ensure every last one of these Undead Soldiers is annihilated!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, his tone shifted, becoming suddenly serious as he added a critical warning:
"Remember!"
"Do not fight them head-on!"
