(Here goes nothing!)

A lightning fell on the forests near a inn (Chris's inn), though no fire emerged from it. Out of the smoke, emerged a orc, one much larger than most Orcs. He wielded a large two-handed battleaxe, his leather armor was green, making it blend with the color of his skin.

He looked at the inn then sighed, it was a pity that he had to come in only two years after he had ascended as Watcher and the world was already in danger of destruction. And one of the threats was in this inn. He walked inside the inn and shouted out loud for everyone to hear.

"Wielder of the Demon Blade, come here!" He shouted, he had no intention of hiding himself, the world was in danger and he had no time to spare.

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Maryvale could suddenly feel terror in her, fear she had never felt, as if all the souls of the dead stared into her soul, as if they could see her every sin. That stare came from right behind her.

The black armor covering the man was unfamiliar, but everyone knew who this being was, he was wielding Darkstalker, it was Midnight, Midnight had come to them now.