Kuboert gradually felt a bit nauseous, and breathing became difficult. The humid and hot climate here was too oppressive for him. Just as he was about to stand and stretch his limbs, hoping to relax quickly, Lynch beside him gripped his magic wand tightly, holding it horizontally in front of him.
"They're here," Lynch said in a low voice.
Kuboert didn't know how his mage friend could see through the pervasive fog, but the feeling of nausea grew more apparent. He tightly held Pate's Sun Sacred Emblem, letting its sharp edges prick his palm, so he could focus his mind better. Priest Kuboert widened his eyes, imagining the scene Lynch saw.
It was only a short while before he no longer needed to imagine; the undead forces had appeared in his sight. The army of skeletons and ghouls seemed to materialize suddenly from the fog, quietly and orderly parting the white mist in front of them and advancing into the area of the Residual Star Swamp.
