Before Roh could even grasp the situation, the earth before him erupted. From this sudden rift, two massive beings of bone emerged, their towering forms emanating the foul odor of decay.

Beside him, Lorne, spun her sais with a fluid grace, her eyes narrowed and alert. "Well, this wasn't in the patch notes," she quipped with a dry humor, yet the tension in her stance spoke of her underlying concern.

The figure then drew back its hood, revealing a face marked by time and decay. With eyes deep-set in a pale, withering face, the identity was clear: a necromancer. His smile, blackened by rot, broadened, and his eerie laughter further unsettled Roh's very soul.

"Welcome, barbarian," the necromancer's voice slithered forth like a venomous hiss, every syllable sending a shiver down Roh's spine. "Welcome to the Umbral Veil!."

Roh's grip on his Greataxe tightened, his eyes darting between the menacing necromancer and his monstrous minions. He was in the dark about this event, but he was certain of one thing – it was a deadly game of kill or be killed.

"Umbral Veil: Rift of the Necromancer's Abominations" has manifested.

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"Hmmm… " he murmured, his eyes scanning the words.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Seems buggy. This could be really unstable."

In the disquieting glow of the purple hue, Roh and Lorne stood their ground, bracing themselves against the suffocating miasma of decay that the skeletal behemoths exuded. Taro, awakening from his rest, let out a distressed squawk, flapping his wings and stirring the air, dispersing some of the oppressive stench.

The necromancer, drawing himself to his full height, commanded, "Kneel, trespassers. This realm is now under my dominion."

Lorne smirked, spinning her sais with practiced ease. "I kneel to no one, especially not to a pile of decaying bones playing dress-up." Her tone was dripping with contempt.

Roh shot her a warning glance, then focused his attention on the looming threats. He whispered to her, "What are you doing? We don't even know its level. Let's not piss it off. You might get us both killed!?"

Before she could respond, the skeletal monstrosities lunged forward. Their movements, though seemingly ungainly, bore an unexpected agility, catching Roh and Lorne momentarily off-guard.

Lorne was swift, dodging an outstretched bony hand, her sais finding their mark in the gaps of the creature's ribcage. Simultaneously, Roh swung his Greataxe, the blade singing as it cleaved through the air, embedding itself into the other creature's femur with a resounding crunch.

Taro, now fully awake and sensing the danger, unleashed a gout of blue flame from his tiny maw. It danced across the clearing, scorching the edge of the necromancer's robe.

Enraged, the necromancer raised his grotesque hands and chanted in a tongue that seemed to belong to the shadows themselves. The air thickened, and the temperature dropped drastically. Wisps of cold, ethereal energy began to converge around him.

"We need a plan," Lorne gasped, pulling her sais free from the skeletal creature.

“Oh, now you want to make a plan!?” Trying to think fast, his eyes darting about, taking in their surroundings and seeking any advantage. "We need to target the necromancer. The minions are just distractions."

As the minions bore down upon them, Roh felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder. Taro, his wings now spread wide, let out a pulsating glow from his chest, a hue that eerily matched the surrounding violet. The wyvern hatchling's eyes locked onto the rift and began to resonate, emitting a hum that intertwined with the very essence of the Umbral Veil.

Roh could feel the connection, an umbilical tie of energy between Taro and the nefarious rift. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. With unwavering trust in his companion, Roh placed a hand on Taro's scales. The sensation was immediate and intense, like a rush of power surging through his veins, but it was accompanied by an undercurrent of clarity.

Drawing from Taro's newfound ability to manipulate the Umbral Veil, Roh channeled this energy through his Greataxe, transforming it into a beacon of violet light. He charged towards the necromancer, his weapon poised for a strike that would resonate with the very power the dark sorcerer had sought to command.

Seeing the oncoming threat, the necromancer, in his hubris, attempted to counteract. But the violet force Roh wielded was now beyond his control. The blade of the axe connected, and a shockwave of energy, like a tempest unleashed, cascaded from the point of impact.

When the haze cleared, Roh found the necromancer and his abominations had vanished. The once distorted land began to right itself. The eerie purple gave way to the familiar azure sky, and the woodland's primordial glow returned. A hush enveloped the Silvergrove, the world seeming to take a collective breath, healing from the rupture of the Umbral Veil. Yet, beneath the tranquility lay an undertone of melancholy.

Lorne rushed to Roh's side, her eyes darting towards Taro. The wyvern hatchling, clearly drained from the ordeal, was different. A prominent scar, dark and jagged, now marred his once-smooth scales. And, to Roh's dismay, the single, delicate leaf that had adorned Taro's back since he'd hatched had fallen, its edges withered.

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Lorne's gaze sharpened at the sight of Taro's state, her usual steely demeanor softened just slightly by a flicker of concern.

Gently, with fingers still adjusting to the touch of the hatchling's scales, Roh picked up the fragile leaf. It felt even more delicate than it looked. He carefully placed it in his satchel. Feeling a little sentimental, he carefully placed it in his satchel.

Unsure of what to say in situations like this, Roh blurted out, “Hey, I haven’t had you long so don’t go dying on me now… that'd really not look good on me." He followed it with a nervous chuckle and an awkward smile.

Taro chirped weakly, tilting his head slightly as if acknowledging Roh's sentiment.

Bond Increase +200

You gained: Level 3 Companion Bond - Kinship Forged

Congratulations! Your bond with the wyvern hatchling has deepened. Through enduring a monumental challenge and mutual understanding, Taro perceives you as more than a keeper - you share a kindred spirit.

Your strengthened bond has unlocked a new ability for Taro:

[Veil's Embrace]

This ability, which was inadvertently invoked during your recent encounter, seems to harness the power of the Umbral Veil. Its potential and limitations are unknown, so exercise extreme caution when attempting to use it. Cultivate this unique relationship to uncover further capabilities and deepen your mutual trust.

Roh stared at the notification for a moment, a mix of awe and trepidation in his eyes. He gently brushed his fingers over Taro's newly formed scar, feeling the texture of the jagged mark against the smooth scales.

"We... we unlocked something. With all things considered I appreciate that bud," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and a hint of concern. He felt Taro's warmth against his hand, a faint pulsing that seemed to resonate with the newfound ability. The bond they shared was tangible, more profound than mere companionship.

"And it’s called Veil's Embrace, huh?" Roh mused aloud. "Sounds powerful, but also dangerous. We need to be cautious, Taro. We're in uncharted territory here."

He felt a soft nuzzle from the hatchling, a sensation akin to reassurance. "We'll figure it out," Roh promised, securing the wyvern on his shoulder.

The atmosphere changed palpably as they moved away from the battleground. Both adventurers found themselves at a loss for words, the gravity of their encounter weighing heavily upon them. Their eyes, while alert for any lurking danger, also carried a far-off look, each lost in their thoughts, processing the enormity of the event they'd just faced.

They started walking in silence, the fallen leaves crunching beneath their boots, creating a rhythmic cadence that was almost hypnotic. With every step, the past's echoes seemed to grow fainter, but the memories remained, casting long shadows. The path before them seemed to stretch endlessly, the weight of their recent encounter slowing their steps.

After a time, Roh's practicality broke the contemplative silence. As Roh and Lorne walked along the path, he turned to her and said, "You know, we should probably summon our mounts to get to the town quicker."

Lorne let out a skeptical laugh and rolled her eyes, "You're delusional, Roh. Look around us, we don’t have mounts. We're not even level 10 yet. How would we afford them?"

Roh couldn't help but grin, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he pulled at the silver whistle around his neck. "I happen to have an auroch mount that I can summon," he said, blowing into it with a loud, clear tone causing Taro to stir from his deep slumber. The little creature, who had been curled up on Roh's shoulder, opened his eyes, his bright pupils widening with surprise at the sudden noise.

Taro's tiny nostrils twitched as he sniffed the air, his small wings flapping excitedly as he caught the scent of the auroch. He let out a soft chirp, almost like a purr, as he rubbed his head against Roh's neck, his excitement palpable.

There was a moment of silence before a loud bellow echoed through the valley.

As the sound of the auroch's bellow filled the air, Taro's ears perked up, and he let out a delighted squeal, his body trembling with anticipation. He could sense the energy in the air, the raw power of the auroch, and it thrilled him to no end.

With a sudden burst of energy, Taro took flight, his tiny wings beating furiously as he soared above Roh's head.

Lorne's eyes widened as Noona appeared in the distance.

"Wow, where did you get an auroch mount?" Lorne asked, her tone filled with envy.

"I got lucky," Roh replied, feeling a sense of pride. "I got it from an NPC that I met soon after I started the game. It's pretty uncommon for someone to get a mount this early on, but I'm not complaining."

Lorne shook her head in amazement, "Well, I guess you're ahead of the game for once. Looks like you're the one leading the way now."

Roh watched with excitement as Nooma charged towards him, her hooves pounding against the ground with an earth-shattering force. The auroch's eyes blazed with fury, and its nostrils flared with each powerful breath it took. Its thick, muscular body rippled with tension as it approached, ready to unleash its full strength.

As Noona drew nearer, Roh could feel the wind whipping past him, carrying with it the scent of grass and sweat. He could hear the sound of her snarls and the pounding of her hooves, growing louder and more intense with each passing moment.

And then, with a sudden burst of energy, Noona collided with him, her horns slamming into his chest with a deafening thud. Roh was sent flying through the air, his body twisting and turning before crashing down onto the ground with a bone-jarring impact. He could feel the rough, jagged terrain scraping against his skin as he rolled across the ground, the world spinning around him in a dizzying blur. His HP decreasing from 30 down to 15.

For a moment, Roh lay still, stunned and disoriented. The embarrassment and shame flooded through him like a tidal wave, making his cheeks burn with humiliation.

He could feel Lorne's eyes on him, her gaze filled with a mixture of concern and amusement.

As he struggled to his feet, Roh could feel her judgment, and it only added to his embarrassment.

Physically, he felt sore all over, his muscles aching from the impact of the fall. His chest felt tight, and he could feel a sharp pain in his ribs where the Noona's horns had struck him. His hands shook with a mixture of adrenaline and shame, and he could feel the sweat beading on his forehead.

Despite it all, Roh tried to maintain his composure, but he knew that he had failed miserably.

Taro landed back onto his shoulder, curling up once again.

"The lady certainly knows how to make an entrance," Lorne remarked, breaking the awkward silence. Noona stood tall, her massive muscles rippling under her thick, shaggy coat.

“That’s one way of putting it,” said Roh, still nursing his bruised body and more so his bruised ego.

Roh stepped forward, offering her his hand, "Here, let me help you up." Lorne took his hand, "Don't get any ideas, I just need a boost," she said with a smirk.

As Roh mounted Noona and Lorne settled into place behind Roh, she wrapped her arms around him tightly as they set off.