Archvel examines the map; the name of the continent is Alderian.
Sklain noticed something interesting as his eyes traced the intricate lines and markings that divide the continent into two distinct regions.
On one half, labeled the Dark Zone, he sees the names of four imposing cities etched upon the map:
Shadowholm,
Nightshade,
Dark Queen Citadel
Darksteel Lord City
Obsidian Keep:
On the other half of the map, labeled the Light Zone, Archvel discovers the names of five cities that evoke images of radiant splendor and mystical luminosity:
Luminaire:
Celestia
Radiant Grove:
Seraph's Haven
Solstice Reach
Archvel sits silently by the campfire, his thoughts swirling in a cacophony of whispers and murmurs.
As the flames flicker and dance, he ponders the vast expanse of the continent beyond the labeled cities.
"Who knows what these places are hiding?"
"Most likely, these unmarked places are where humans or other intelligent races not capable of using magic lives, and I also presume that a dark mage in the zones of the Light Zone will be hunted, and likewise for a light mage."
"Who knows how many things are hidden that I don't know anything about?"
His eyes fixated on the mesmerizing flames.
"I still do not know what happened to me to be here."
"Why..."
Archvel shook his head and then took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Right now."
"Right now, there is no need for thinking about the past."
"I have a new life with different powers, which will cause more resonable outcomes."
"I have to focus on that."
He then observes the map once more, his eyes falling upon a town labeled
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"Red Copper Town" He notes its proximity to the formidable city of Obsidian Keep, nestled within the Dark Zone.
"Red Copper Town, eh? A place that exists in the shadow of Obsidian Keep, it seems fitting that this town stands closest to the heart of the Dark Zone."
Archvel commented as he laughed at his thoughts.
"I wonder what stories lie within the streets of Red Copper Town. How do its residents persevere in the face of such proximity to Obsidian Keep?""
Archvel could not help but imagine that living in a town so close to a big dark mage city would be good for the people.
But in the end, he knew that those town people should be mages or at least have some sort of protection against the dark mages.
Archvel laughs and comments to himself.
"I already got into the role of a dark mage in a fantasy world. I did not expect myself to stay this calm in a situation like this."
"It is really true that humans are good when it comes to adapting to circumstances."
"Red Copper Town shall be my next destination. From there, I will navigate the delicate balance between light and dark, seeking knowledge and forging my path amidst the shadows cast by Obsidian Keep."
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Archvel continues his journey, following the path outlined on the map towards Red Copper Town.
The forest envelops him, a lush and vibrant realm teeming with life.
The air is thick with the earthy scent of moss and the gentle rustling of leaves.
"The smell of nature here is different than on Earth."
Archvel thought.
As Archvel ventures deeper into the woods, his ears catch a faint rustling sound, a disruption in the serene symphony of nature. Alert and on guard, he prepares for a potential threat.
Suddenly, two creatures emerge from the bushes with a menacing snarl.
They are rabbit-wolf hybrids; their forms are a twisted amalgamation of predator and prey.
"These creatures are abominations!"
Archvel smirked as he commented.
He expected wild animals such as wolves and bears, but not these at all.
Who would have thought rabbits and wolves could mix with each other?
"They have sharp fangs and strong legs; it is clear from their bloodlusted eyes that they are not friendly."
Seconds later, the two mixed rabbit-wolf creatures lunge and start to attack Archvel.
In a seamless display of coordination, three of Archvel's skeletons step forward, interposing themselves between him and the savage creatures.
The bones move with an eerie grace, their bones clacking softly as they assume defensive stances.
The rabbit-wolf hybrids, agile and vicious, launch themselves at the skeletons.
Archvel watches calmly.
The skeletons, guided by his mental commands, move as a united front.
The rabbit-wolf hybrids try to sink their teeth into the skeletal forms, while the skeletons, devoid of fear or pain, retaliate with calculated strikes.
"Skeletons do really have a great deal of resistance against piercing and slashing attacks."
"It is good that enemies not carry any maces or clubs."
Archvel said to himself as he kept on watching.
The clash of bone against fur reverberates through the tranquil woods.
Archvel's thoughts dart between assessing the movements of the creatures and strategizing the commands he will issue to his loyal skeletons.
In a final burst of strength, the skeletons overpower the rabbit-wolf hybrids, who lie still upon the forest floor, their once-ferocious snarls replaced by defeated whimpers.
Archvel exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"It feels good to be fighting time to time with my life not on the line."
He approaches the fallen creatures cautiously, his gaze assessing the aftermath of the encounter.
"I should take these; despite their power, they are only two times the size of a normal rabbit when it comes to size."
"From the battle, I understand that skeletons are useful. They are not that strong against creatures with strong agility or crushing attacks. The fact that my skeletons have no weapons changes many things too."
"I need more experience and time, as well as knowledge, to explore what I can do."