The moon's light was your only guide in the densely fogged woods surrounding the Tomb of Nazarick. Every few steps, you swore you could hear rustling nearby as if a predator was trailing you. You were doing a fool's errand, trying to map out the perimeter of Nazarick. Even the lowest grunts summoned by the bleakest magic could easily cleave your skull in with one of their rusted over blades. God forbid you run into one of the stronger members of Nazarick's forces...

//Tags: Overlord, Vampire, Goth, Floor Guardian, Fight\\