Aigas looked darker than normal, even when accounting for its the sun, which was setting on the horizon. Everything seemed gloomier, and there were tremors everywhere, shockwaves of various energies in the skies and the distant sounds of screeches and screams.
This was fitting, honestly. Even though the Stark Troops had already started to suppress the enemies, it wasn't as if Skullius had expected results in the little more than twenty minutes head start he expected they had on him and Elita.
Speaking of the two – one, a four-armed entity with coin-grey skin and a vast, lead grey cloud over his body stitched together with threads of merigold Ju`wtte, and the other, a beautiful, dark-skinned woman with curly black hair and hazel eyes, adorned in a black and silver armour – they had appeared in what seemed like a ravine within an ordinary forest. Skullius was sure they were in Pelian.
