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The tip of my longsword pierced into the flesh of the malicious elezen, and much to my surprise, the blood did not lack life. No, the blood was as carmine as any man or woman. The grim elezen was in pain, and much to my surprise, evacuated within the dark flames that were devastating the desolate manor.
To vanquish an undead is no easy feat by nature, but it is not impossible or entirely complicated to achieve. However, it is easy to combat against the enemy we know, yet we are always struck with a rude awakening when the unknown emerges.
The undead cult of Nald'thal, their assassins, rumored to be near unstoppable, retreated the evening when we tracked down the kidnapped Liadan Summerfield into an abandoned manor. Charging towards their own master, while his knife pressed against Liadan's throat. Surprised, my blade sinked straight into his shoulder, red blood staining steel. It was not black like the rest, this one was alive.
In pain he ran into the dark flames he used to consume the manor and vanished with the rest.
The miqo'tes who were with me had nearly perished during the battle and if I had not struck as timely as I've had, I wouldn't believe either of us to still be alive this day.
A root to these creatures now has been revealed, yet a repellant has to be known of.
I pray to the Twelve to find success in these discoveries.
