Capítulo 1013: Burn It Down

⟬ On the Material Plane... ⟭ 

"Do you know these creatures, Brother-Dragan?" Tycondrius asked. 

Dragan tapped on the Memory Crystal, pausing its replay function. 

"The short, stocky folks with the flaming beards and hair," he explained, "they're called Azers. They're essentially dwarves, but--"

"The other ones," Tycon clarified, "their build is reminiscent to an... elf. Yet the green skin and... hm."

"The weird black thorns stabbed through their bodies?" Dragan suggested. 

"Their most obvious features, yes," Tycon nodded. "Are they native Outsiders?"

"I don't think so," Dragan sighed. "The first time we fought them, I thought they were undead, but that's not exactly right." 

The first time? 

Tycon wondered if Dragan was withholding information from him... but it seemed unlikely, as the Titanblood had no reason to do so.