"Do not be fooled by the bliss facade which devours the chaos, and fear of those beneath it."
~Tasmiya Shaik
SOUTHERN COASTS OF ARANDUIL
THE PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
MIDDLE OF SPRING
Monday
7:23 a.m
The asharren warriors inhaled the rich sea breeze, tasting the bitter salt molecules that invaded the air with each calm tide that washed in along the rocky edges of the coast. Seagulls soared freely above, nature's reminder that where the practices of unethical standards, and injustice were thriving on the energy of the deprived, and innocent, heaven would have their creatures of light descend. To remind the people, that there would be hope. A sign that they would fly as freely as the creatures who observed them from above.
