They stood waiting for the approaching dusk, the ember hue of Erunas last light fell on the Obsinthian shoreline of the Grand Sydriegor glowed eerily in setting rays.

The Drege daemons stirred from beneath the silence and arose from the watery depths of the Sea of the Lost Souls, these phantoms hunted along the shorelines often. Even more so at night. Their Syran mates notoriously known for taking those who traveled the deceitful waters to their sunken graves, the deep reflection shone off the off the polished stone of Conr Obsythne, like a mirror, sent a reddish glow of the setting sun to further darken the Obsidian shore, to match the red of wanderer’s blood.

This was no strange sight to the Guardians of the Eastern wall, as they had seen this disturbing spectacle up close during battles to stave off these blood thirsty ghouls,

Kyla recalled that it had been a long time since they had had felt relief, even when since their drunkard of a father abandoned them to the Rot,

they had spent years training under the guidance of morning, this very evening, as part of the current protectors of the Eastern wall, the former freelancers accompanied hunters, mages , and other kindred of and their like.

Kyla Sevetath and her sister, Siriana were to start their duty thein the morning. Neither of them could Hold their anticipation to see luminous Daemon blood staining the sands.