In the snow-covered dungeon of Fralhame, an unlikely trio treaded. Their group was led by a two-meter-tall black golem. Following close by was an elegant white-haired ghost in a ponytail. Bringing up the rear was massive ten-meter-tall white wolf.
Despite their eccentric combination, no one paid them any attention. How could they? Everything around the vicinity of the three was no longer alive. Even with the sun long setting, the three moons in its place gave excellent visibility.
Corpses littered the fields. None of them in one piece. Body parts of wolves and blood-soaked snow stretched as far as the eye could see. It was not a scene for the faint of heart. But those who remained had already grown desensitized.
"Fluffy, you sure you are fine with me eating all your friends?" Elian asked.
