Ryan stood over the fallen Undead Rogue and scoffed. He raised a hand, letting Radiant Light wash over his wounds, then turned his back on the body and left the area.
Moments later, a new portal flared open. Scouts poured out in formation, quickly spreading to establish a perimeter.
Epitaph, cursing under his breath, dragged his corpse back and resurrected in the middle of the patrolling NPCs.
"Boss, Featherlight killed me again."
He typed the message into the guild channel, then paused. A second later he deleted it. No one had seen him die. Why invite ridicule? Better to say nothing than give them something to laugh at.
After a moment of sulking, Epitaph restored his health, slipped back into stealth, and began scouring the plains for the elusive Guardian once more.
Ryan, however, had not gone far. He only needed to turn in a quest, and the NPC patrols would be too slow to catch him now.
