Away from those four towers, deep inside the jungle, on a tall, twisted tree, sat a corpse-like figure.
His gray skin clung tightly to his bones, his body unnaturally thin, almost skeletal. Long, dirty black hair hung messily around his face, partially covering his hollow features. His white irises reflected faint light, filled with amusement.
A smile rested on his lips. A creepy one. From his position, he could hear everything. The distant battle cries.
The clashing of weapons. The bursts of mana erupting across the forest as humans and monsters fought for survival.
"Everything is going well…" he said softly, his smile widening.
But then, the smile slowly faded. His expression changed.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "But everything is going too smooth…" he murmured, pausing for a moment before continuing, "…that makes it more unsettling."
He leaned his head back slightly and looked up at the gray sky above.
