Feon had just entered the small Village of Lemhard. It was a village that was already destroyed by the Hero, or atleast the inhabitants were killed many of them now walking around as undead. It seemed that Tyrant had obtained a new power in the way of necromancy. Many of the towns inhabitants were seemingly guarding the center of the town.

"You better not be lying about this Rem." Feon said to a seemingly invisible force. She waited for a moment as if hearing the answer the turning her attention towards a statue in the middle of the town. Feon had realized long ago that there was no way for her to defeat the Tyrant on her own. Atleast not without help. So as a way to find help she had spread a rumor about there being a way to defeat the tyrant in the middle of this town.

Feon gave a sigh when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see a single undead lightly brushing against her, then realize that she was living and attempted to attack her. Feon got into a fighting stance with a fist held up glowing with holy light. She reared her hand back then threw a punch into the undead's stomach sending it flying into a bench near by.

Thankfully none of these undead had the capacity in them to help each other so Feon's action when largely ignored.