Black Eyes

"Are you Worgen?" Belorell stared at Fiona's profile. A veil of mystery shrouded her simple, human-like face.

A sense of skepticism filled the air.

"We all know..." Tarenna sighed, "The Argent Dawn accepts anyone with a kind heart."

A complex mix of emotions welled up within Belorell. His hand gripped the hilt of his dagger tightly, his eyes fixed on Fiona.

Beneath her human skin was a face that resembled a monster.

"Would you like to let this child see your true form?" the Undead spoke from the shadows. This unsettled Tarenna and Jidwen, causing their weapons and armor to clang erratically. The Dwarf had regained his sight.

"No one wants to see my true form, you dead man. You will pay for your arrogance." Fiona gave Tarenna a look, indicating his location. The Blood Elf Paladin understood and charged forward at top speed in one direction.

They missed again, but the Undead had already emerged from the shadows.

"Your nose is pretty sharp!" Lilian scoffed. She knew that no matter how well she concealed herself, her scent would still give her away.

"What if that's the case?" She threw a vial of potion onto the ground. Instantly, a pungent herbal smell assaulted her nock, Fiona had no time to react.

"You won't disappear from my sight again." Jidwen charged forward once more.

Belorell watched as the Undead twirled the dagger with unwavering confidence, as if to say: the dagger is just one of her many weapons, far inferior to her sharpest weapon.

What happened next was beyond everyone's expectations. Jidwen was a Paladin skilled in close combat, but Lilian had already discerned the hidden patterns in his moves. The Undead woman adapted to the situation, seizing every opening, while the Dwarf gradually felt overwhelmed, and his wounds multiplied.

The clash was accompanied by the clashing of weapons. Each sound caused a larger tear to appear in Jidwen's armor. Finally, Lilian's dagger struck with pinpoint accuracy, piercing the Dwarf's right shoulder.

Jidwen coughed as if choking on water, feeling his lungs fill with blood. The Paladin, enduring the pain, kicked at the female Undead. Although the kick was blocked by her hand, it forced Lilian to draw her dagger and retreat. However, the dagger made a pleasant squeezing sound as it left the flesh.

Golden light gathered in Jidwen's hand. The Dwarf tried to heal himself, but the weakness in his arm weakened the response of the Holy Light.

"Stop wasting your energy. My dagger has runes specifically designed to counter the Holy Light, and the power you believe in can't help you right now."

"Hmph! But I'm not alone."

In the next few seconds, Lilian immediately understood what the Dwarf meant, but she knew it was too late to react.

The scorching impact nearly knocked her forward, and as the Blood Elf's sword fell, she vanished from sight like a wisp of smoke.

Jidwen clutched his arm, blood seeping from between his fingers, but he did not collapse. The Dwarf felt a pang of anxiety, and sweat trickled down his ribs.

"She should have been killed instantly."

A single, fatal blow. This thought also crossed Tarenna's mind, but he had another: she was too fast. The Blood Elf looked around.

"She shouldn't have been alive," the Dwarf added.

Lilian answered Jidwen with a dagger.

The female Undead reappeared without a sound. Her dagger sliced through the air, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Dark red flowers slowly bloomed in the air.

She was propelled by the momentum of her movement and brushed past the two Paladin...

"The people who shouldn't be alive are you," she told them bluntly. She prepared to admire her work. A smile had begun to appear on her face, but then it suddenly turned cold.

The two men vanished, and then something swiftly sliced through the armor on her left arm. Lilian reacted quickly, and as the enemy attacked again, several drops of blood splattered onto her face.

Fiona took a step or two back, letting out a muffled growl like a wild beast. Jidwen and Tarenna were behind her, but both were incapacitated and knelt on the ground, panting.

"Ah!" Lilian regained her footing after the recent emergency and began to properly appreciate the even more interesting prey before her. "I've heard that humans who turn into Worgen lose their minds, but you seem to still be conscious."

Belorell could hardly believe his eyes. Fiona's appearance... her eyes, her face, her posture. And her hands with their sharp claws, their fingertips covered in a thousand scars.

Is this still the friendly human he knew? She has completely transformed into a beast.

"You... you really are..."

Fiona glanced at Belorell with a savage rage. "Take care of them, Alavi." Her voice was low, yet as Lilian had instructed, she remained rational. Belorell suddenly realized that beneath the Worgen's exterior was still Fiona, the one willing to help him, just like Krasus he had met once before.

The battle resumed, or rather, Fiona began the fight. She was like a black, gleaming shadow, skill and fury flowing equally from her hands. She needed no weapon; she herself was the weapon.

"Whether they have reason or not, Worgen were brought into this world to deal with evil monsters like you."

You called me a monster!

Lilian stood her ground against Fiona without flinching, appearing cold and composed in stark contrast to the Worgen's fiery temper. Using stillness to control movement, she, having participated in the attack on Shadowfang Keep, knew how to outmaneuver the Worgen. In several exchanges, she slashed deeply three times, causing Fiona to spill her blood onto the decaying ground.

Belorell was worried for Fiona.

The Worgen touched her face along the wound, but while the injury wouldn't leave a permanent scar, it thoroughly enraged her. The cold air made her breathing shallow, and her nose twitched angrily as she spoke.

"Perfect. Soon you too will join the ranks of the dead, the monsters you speak of."

"Enough!" Belorell interrupted her sharply. Lilian's gaze was fixed on the only uninjured person on the field. As an assassin, a person who moved in the shadows, her instinct was to focus all her attention on the most dangerous and troublesome target. So when she saw Belorell's face clearly, she was quite surprised.

"You can forget about hurting them again," the Elf boy said.

"Your eyes are really special," Lilian replied. "The original owner of this farm had eyes just like yours."