Son of witches

Vel'Grothar pointed into the distance. "The castle is all the way back there," he said with a sly smile.

"But don't worry. I'll guide you through."

With a simple hand gesture, he commanded the skeletons to advance, the clatter of bones echoing through the battlefield.

The first to face danger was Saphyra.

A massive berserk skeleton — larger and far more muscular than any first-grade skeleton — charged at her with heavy, swinging fists.

Its movements were wild but dangerously fast. Saphyra, however, was ready.

Thanks to the speed potion she had drunk earlier, she nimbly dodged the brutal punch, feeling the rush of air as the strike narrowly missed her.

Before the berserk could strike again, Sylvara appeared, sword in hand.

She gritted her teeth, using all her strength to swing at the monster's neck.

The blow wasn't easy; its bones were dense and thick.

But after a struggle, the blade cut through, severing the creature's head.