‘All five of them contacted me at the same time…’ Sheldon wiped the dust off his hands and the black particles flickered into nothingness.
He floated up to a standing position and walked out the cave, for the open vicinity of Demirva Ridge.
A dark gray, bony and shrouded by a mantle wraith crossed his path. “On your way, poor Being”. Sheldon blew and the wraith was gently swept away, before it could shrill.
Demriva Ridge was the place that turned him from a young adventurer to an existence equal to the leader of the five powers, and that was just the smallest benefit he obtained by consumed the God made perfect dark attribute’s essence… Hence, he appreciated it plenty and its damned residents.
‘Zax Zel…’ Sheldon expected to be also contacted by him. He of course knew of the apparition
