At the outside of the area that previously constituted the Illusive Ethereal Sanctuary, there were a few hundred or so lucky individuals that were able to escape from death's door. Some of them felt they were secretly blessed by the goddess, while others felt they had been cursed by fate.
Most of them were people that were closer to the borders of the territory as the events unfolded. Half of those individuals had varying degrees of injuries marking their bodies, but none of them could escape from the overwhelming fear and desolation that took over their minds.
Where previously their houses and kindred lived, the only thing left behind, was destruction.
In between that group of individuals, there was a specific person that found himself getting surrounded by anxious people.
