"To grieve for his fallen brethren is not the act of a weak coward, but a display of compassion for those he called brothers."
~Tasmiya Shaik
SOUTHERN COASTS OF ARANDUIL
OUTSKIRTS OF DURENHAL
Jiúer Highlands
Saturday
2:09 a.m
The sweet essence the spring breeze offered was defiled by the iron stench of blood. It clung to the air like death's scythe to the head of one who was soon to be judged a final fate. Darkness seeped from the bodies of the defeated berserkers, immersing the highlands in its unholy existence. Such vile energy would be absorbed by Alvgard's realm core, where the evil that was spread throughout the lands would be confined.
