(Ashdeer POV)
It had been a calm morning. The ashes of war were settling down across Irismus after almost a month of repatriating and settling refugees from what had once been The Blight. Aranus and his team had been kicking some serious ass when it came to eliminating all the demons and wraiths who were now all across Irismus either fleeing it's borders, or terrorizing local villages. It seemed things were healing.
Everyone seemed to be better for it, except for me.
I had spent days in the icy cold steppes of the Traga region of Irismus. Then I had explored the volcanic mountains down south of Irismus in Mara. I had wandered like a lunatic all across, with no thought for food or sleep. I was broken. I waned to be dead, but Aranus would probably drag my soul back from the currents of time and make sure I was back at my duties soon enough.
