Xaren had just beheaded the sixth elf he had come across when he sensed five presences rapidly approaching his location.
He didn't put the corpse in his pouch like he did the last three and left it where it lay. He quickly put some distance between himself and the scene, running behind one of the many boulders that had formed when the bridges the demons had made with earth magic were destroyed.
Suppressing his presence and energy, he carefully peeked out from behind the rock, spotting faint silhouettes of humanoid figures emerging through the thick fog.
They were about thirty meters away, a distance where his superhuman vision allowed him to make out their figures but not see their full appearances clearly.
The group stopped around the corpses he had left behind, standing there for a few moments before one of them pointed in a certain direction.
