X103, the start of a new year and the start of a new persona. The town of Glenda found itself partially lit with fountains and decorations. The dead were mourned, and thus, the mark of a fresh start wiped itself upon Igna. He'd spent the night within the Shadow Realm, choosing to play with his children except for Vanesa who left on a mission around the world. December was supposed to have been a month of rest – sadly, nothing went according to plan. The offensive of the mysterious attackers stopped and the many companies threw themselves at damage control.
Whispering winds from the valley hung over a hooded duo's head. The early morning mist and due brought sniffles and sneezing. The flushed-nose Ania held close to Arlah.
'The spear saint Oat was traumatized when he returned, a single person defeated the party and defeated the strongest fighter our army held. It must have left a bad taste in the king's mouth, I wonder what he thinks of following next?'
