บท 205: The Appearance Of Veloros, The High Elder

The Orb of Life pulsed rhythmically in Albrecht's hands, a steady beat that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of existence. It was warm, not just in the physical sense, but with an inexplicable energy that seeped into his core, fortifying his spirit. The landscape around him, once a cruel tapestry of crimson mist and skeletal remains, now appeared subdued as though the Deathlands itself acknowledged his victory.

Carefully, Albrecht placed the relic in his satchel, its glow barely visible through the enchanted leather. The weight of his achievement hung heavy on his shoulders. Veloros, the dreaded Wraith King, had been vanquished. Yet, the oppressive feeling of being watched lingered, a constant reminder that the High Elders might already be plotting their retaliation.