You feel it before you see it, a heaviness in your bones, your eyelids closing, your thoughts in a daze... then the white mist, a fog, a deadly cloud crawling on the ground of the village like a vile tide ready to swallow anything in its path.

One by one you see others fall around you, their bodies going limp like marionettes with their strings suddenly cut. A splash of blood decorates the earth in front of you.

Footsteps

Quiet yet in your ears they ring like church bells, are they going to be announcing your funeral?

"Look at me."

A steel cold voice orders you, a short figure stands before you, an elf, a beautiful elf man with blonde hair, eyes like a pair of rubies and a cloth mask around his mouth.

"You're the last one, anything you want to say before you join your fellow scum?"

Despite not seeing half of his features you can clearly feel the spite, the disdain, the absolute boiling hate in his gaze.