After freeing herself, she didn't rush to attack. Instead, she waited patiently, only making her move once everything had settled and the caravan's guards were down. Then she struck—fierce and without mercy.
Veran's group had barely escaped. Many of their men were killed.
Even worse—she had the terrifying ability to possess the bodies of weakened soldiers.
A single being… capable of taking many forms and spreading death wherever she went.
Elias shivered at the thought.
Now, it made sense why the other races feared the Arcane so much that they had once united just to fight them.
Of course, whether the arcane race was truly as evil as Veran described, Elias wasn't sure. After all, history was written by those who won. But that wasn't his biggest concern at the moment.
