Arianna was missing an arm as she stood over a simple stone grave. Korath had loved the age of chaos after the Fiends were uprooted.
His ancient demonic face had never been without a smile as battle after battle threatened the Warders.
She had fought side by side with Thorn and Korath as they tried to save so many innocents. Moebius Sect was a refuge but its powers and capacity were limited. Even in desperation, living on an island run by beasts was hard to accept for prideful cultivators.
The Warders no longer had to worry about beasts running amok so they changed their task to try and carve out a safe place in the Floating Isles.
Their ranks thinned badly not only due to death, but betrayal and desertion. She had more wisps of white in her hair despite only being 1300 years old. Her injuries were grievous but she smiled as she spoke over the grave.
