Tremendous currents mixed with rainfall blew as five Asiralds stood against the cloaked figure in a grassy area of the forest, Their clothes swaying to the movement of the wind. The figure finally spoke,
"Let me in"
Five of them "..."
Now it was their turn to be quiet, Moping at each other confusedly what did it mean by let me in? Who was it to even give them orders?
"Who are you?" The midget mandraun asked breaking the silence, but was answered with a hysterical laughter from the figure.
"Let me in " It repeated just as it had stopped laughing, but this time, it's voice sounded cold.
"Me and my men don't know who you are so... It's better you leave" Afton came forward, his steps bold and firm.
"What if I don't?"
"Then your corpse, would be fed to every nocturnal creature that dwells here"
