Chapitre 202: The Mark

Hemera looked up at him with her golden eyes, flashing a charming smile. "Thank you for helping the soldiers, Archer. Your assistance saved lives and minimized injuries among the students.''

He nodded and replied, "It's no problem. I gained valuable experience from the fight."

Teuila's voice filled with disgust as she asked, "What were those creatures? The creepy rats and those twisted white-skinned ones?"

Archer responded, "The rats are called Ratlings, and the others are Blightborns. The larger ones are Rat Ogres."

A memory struck him: a book he had read about the Doom of Frostholm, a once-thriving trading city.

"Frostholm," he began, "It was a prosperous trading city until it fell to unknown creatures. It became sealed off by the Frostholm wall, witnessed only by a few survivors."

Archer painted a vivid picture, describing the grandeur and bustling markets of Frostholm before its tragic demise.