With the Magma Serpent dead, most of the waiting predators slunk away and returned to their territories. Not all of them, though, and Arthur was forced to spend the next twenty minutes battling an increasingly bizarre series of monsters. Wovan was returned to his soul core to recover—while she was a force to be reckoned with, this wasn’t the carefully selected battle her first fight had been. The only purpose she’d serve here would be soaking up damage, and Arthur doubted he’d ever need someone to do that for him.Because of how varied his enemies were, Arthur was forced to constantly switch weapons when fighting them. The two dozen deepstone gremlins and three golems required his hammer while the army of giant corrupted insects needed the deft touch of his shadow and poison magic to handle. The final enemies he had to deal with, were creatures he’d only just met recently, Corrupted Undead Elves, the natives of this fallen world, deceased and brought back to serve its nefarious will.There was no correct way to fight these undead natives. Each of them was different, still in possession of whatever magic they’d had in life. They were also incredibly durable, their flesh and skeletons tempered by thousands of years under the oppression of the Daggerfall mountain range. The few he'd met so far had been incredibly difficult to deal with and the two he was currently facing were no different.Corrupted Undead [Isaiah], level 241- Formerly an elf warrior of great renown, now he stands a broken version of his former self Highest stat: Perception Weakness- ???Health- 11,200/11,200