"Where man should falter upon entering the domain of blood and illusionary, a warrior must strive to survive."
~Tasmiya Shaik
REALM OF MYTHGAR
Outskirts of the Blood Woods
Time: unknown
Sebastian's durein beast had exerted itself far beyond its limit, and the warriors who accompanied his expedition had succumbed to the clutches of restlessness. Their mounts unsteady and weak. How many days had passed since their water supply had been exhausted? Asharren warriors were expectant of impregnable endurance; however, in a land such as Mythgar, even the purest of creatures were defiled and corrupted.
Be that as it may, Sebastian had not yet allowed hope to escape his grasp. In the near distance, the peaceful melody of free-flowing water and the low but audible bellows of a durein beast emanated. A wave of relief washed over him briefly, and he snapped the reins of his beast.
"Ride ahead; there is a stream. We will replenish our water supply there," Sebastian commanded.
