"In the end, our forgiveness is just an acceptance to those who strayed off the path of the light. If they have swayed from the good, then should we not guide them once more rather than judge them for the wrong they have done?"
~Tasmiya Shaik
PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
THE EASTERN WALL
Saturday
6:15 a.m
The first rays of morning light was overpowered by the thick molasses of dark clouds that moved in from the North of Durenhal. The arrival of a new day, unfortunately did not shine the rays of hope upon the port folk. Perhaps the tyrannical master who reigned over them had been defeated, but the results of his destructive transformation would engulf the port city whole. The skies darkened with the swirls of clouds that brought along with them the feral thunder, and bands of lightning.
