Present. Somewhere in Aetheria, Twilight.
They all retired to their room to sleep after eating fruits and water from the lake. But at midnight, the shadows came and they rose to meet them.
It was not a difficult fight, even with their inability to feel their cores they could still use silver stone, and with their experience, it should have ended quickly but the shadows pressed them specially.
More and more shadows would pool together and solidify into assassins wielding weapons of all sorts, more taking the place of their fallen comrades immediately.
Out of all of them, only Valor was having fun as he swings his metal whip around, splitting the night with a silver glow. The Ferron had insisted on sleeping in the same room as Belialthorn, saying he shouldn't be far from him in case he needed him.
