The group found themselves surrounded in what resembled fog. Within the fog, they could see only from the waist up, but they were able to make out the shadows of people. Either way, their faces were hidden deep under their green hoods.
“They’re just trying to threaten us,” said Lutz. “These guys are Class B sorcerers ― Wights.”
Alisa and party ran up to the man. However, on their way, a large squadron of fish-men appeared in the lava pit area. They were monsters that looked similar to Sharkins; they were Marshmen!
“Who are you?” the shadow said in a hoarse, husky voice.
A black shadow materialized in front of Alisa and party. A ghostly skeleton inlaid with mechanical parts – a Cyborg Mage!
“You first — who are you? Don’t tell me you’re Lutz,” said Tyrone.
The shadow clucked with laughter. He had a voice that rubbed nerves the wrong way.
“What’s so funny!?”
“Why, I’m just laughing because you people just asked the same question as I. And as for your other question, ‘Could you be Lutz?’ – no, it would appear not.”
“You’re trying to find Lutz too, aren’t you. What do you plan to do by meeting Lutz?”
“Let’s see, what do I plan to do? Burn him to death with flames. Or maybe I’ll crush his face in with my staff. Cretins who make enemies out of Lord La Shiec deserve to be met with death.”
“You’re one of La Shiec’s underlings! I’m not going to let someone like you go meet Lutz!”
Alisa readied her sword.
He clucked once more with laughter. “You people are saying you want to fight me? I’m a robotic sorcerer – the great Cyborg Mage!”
The group continued on, avoiding the rocky terrain.
“Something’s following us already,” muttered Tyrone.
“You noticed them too? There are three of them,” replied Lutz.
Three shadows whirled down from the sky and surrounded the group. A variation of the Werebat species, with fur the color of burnt umber — they were Kryons!
“Hmph, I could tell they were there, too!” Alisa said, unsheathing her sword.
