Centuries after the upheaval in the divine realm, which had trickled down to higher powers of the mortal realm, leading to the hunting of the High humans, a race superior to all races, whom the ordinary humans descended from, a tall gentleman with handsome features was fleeing with his wife who had white flowing silky hair, a distinguishing characteristic of the High Humans.
The man, wielding a bloody sword, slayed hooded figures who seemed animated and blended in the night, but alas, were no match for the man who could perceive their movements, even while protecting a woman with a swollen stomach who had scrunched her face and still looked as pretty as the aurora in the moonlight.
As the man slain the last figure, he finally spoke," Elena, I didn't think you would be recognized by a Necromancer puppet master despite disguising well, it's good that they do not know where we live, and he seemed to have exhausted his undead puppets ", as he looked at his wife with passion evident in his deep brown eyes. The woman, glancing at the deep darkness, replied, "Hmp!, That bastard only knows to ambush from afar, not risking exposure at all. He's no threat, let's leave, I only came to seek The Midwife. My son is kicking, seems like he can't wait to be born, and they walked into the night.
"Daamnit! That woman smelled like a high human and that man is an ordinary human, how come she is defending her, and his sword skills are too good for him to be an ordinary man, aren't all high humans supposed to be hunted ?", the man in a black cloak surrounded by two still figures muttered with a hint of incredulity, talking to himself, as those two still figures were only puppets refined by this necromancer. " I lost almost twenty of my stronger puppet corpses. It bodes well for me that I didn't send these high human puppets, what if that man came after me, well, to the next kingdom, then I'll come back for that sweet woman when I have more puppets hihihihi ", he muttered again, vanishing into the night.