"Ah, thanks." She tried to put it on, after a few tries, she stopped, "Sorry, I'm afraid these don't quite fit me."
"Drape it over your shoulders, we can't afford to have you..." He trailed off as he heard the quiet chanting, as it were distant, "Be sick." He finished, narrowing his eyes and scanning the area around them, the trees were dying at an unnatural rate. He looked at Juno, who looked at him, and the two looked at Edwin and his flying friend. It seemed like it was not an isolated thing, everyone heard it. With a thunderous noise, which caused Stas to crouch into a battle ready position, a massive multi-winged dragon creature emerged from the ashes of the forest behind them. The ground shuddered at its awakening and laughter.
"Stas! Get them to safety!" Juno ordered, Stas, lightning fast turned to Edwin and Linnea and dashed towards them. But he wasn't fast enough, the ground cracked and split apart, frighteningly quickly the section of ground he was running on sunk into the ground. He skidded to a halt and cursed, "I'm trapped!" He yelled, hoping someone would hear him above. The oval section of ground, roughly 20 meters wide and 25 meters long was too deep into the ground for him to climb up. He looked up at the sky and saw darkened skies instead of the blue skies that were there mere minutes ago. He thought of a way to get back up when he heard the sound of feet scraping against the ground. Out of the dirt walls the surrounded him came nightmarish creatures. Stas readied his spear, hearing an unholy whispering clawing at his mind. Unlike the chanting before, which had merely been present, this whispering seemed to pry into his very thoughts, attempting to drive him insane.
Stas dropped his spear and fell onto his knees, clutching his head. He couldn't make out what the whispering was saying, he could only hear three words. Grant us eyes. He looked at the creatures that were slowly approaching, mangled messes of flesh and bone. The blood that dripped from their open wounds sizzled the ground. They were slouched over, some with claws where the hands would be, some were crawling on all fours. None had eyes.
Stas closed his eyes again and tried to assemble his thoughts, but they were disrupted by the whispering. Stas opened his eyes again, looking up at what would be his murderers. Instead, a ghostly image appeared. A knight, wearing leather and plate armor, he wielded a familiar spear, and stood strong against the whispering. Stas recognized the man. And his spear, the one he had been carrying all this time. How could he have missed it? The Knight spoke, and the voice cut through the unholy whispers like a blade.
If it's hostile, you kill it.
And the Knight tossed him his spear. Stas followed it, and watched the transparent spear land right where he dropped his own. This spear was Cazavar, the Spear of The Frozen Peaks. Forged by the master smiths of the Frostvein Ridges. Stas remembered, his thoughts clear as ice. The shaft, cornel wood, the strongest wood in the land. Wrapped with the black leather of The Obsidian Bear, which had stalked the mountains for decades, slaying all who opposed it. The spear tip and sauroter spike made of the finest steel in all the mountains, masterfully emblazoned with runes of the ancients. The whispering was gone now, and Stas had one thing on his mind. The spear, in one fluid motion he picked it up and lunged forwards, thrusting the spear right into the eyeless head of the abomination who was closest. He slashed it to the right, nearly slicing it's head in two. The spear found itself slashing another creature across the chest. The black blood sizzled on the blade of Cazavar, but it did not damage it. Stas dodged the attack of one creature to his left, they were beginning to move faster, recognizing that Stas was now resisting. Stas rotated clockwise and planted the spike of his spear into the neck of the attacking creature. Stas remembered all of these movements, despite having never performed the techniques. Stas stabbed another in the chest, as it fell he caught a glimpse of a way out. A large hole in the wall, a tunnel entrance. He smacked an undead who had gotten too close with the shaft of his spear, throwing it aside, giving him an opening. Stas dashed for the tunnel.
