In the Deamon World...
The white coloured deamon walked into the cave to the east of Metawar. A small fire burned in the middle of the cave, giving a dull glow and a feeble warmth to the rocky crevice. Around the white deamon, four Attalna floated in the air, the eyeball like deamons twisting and turning, taking in the surroundings before their hunt.
"Now!" The white deamon said, his voice quiet but stern at the same time. The Attalna floated towards the hunt leader, floating and unmoving. The hunt leader raised his left hand, his right hand bracing the left. A sudden wind formed in the cave, the small tower of smoke billowed further into the cave, the cape on the white deamon pulled tight against him. The leader of the night moved further into the dark cave, extinguishing the light of flames as he walked past.
"The deamon in here has lived their last day... the nighttime shall forever hold him in my grasp... go forth my deamon hunters... go forth to the feast..." The deamon in white turned away, walking out of the cave as his hunters advanced on their prey. The screams of terror echoed throughout the cave, but the hunting leader of darkness was gone before the cave deamon was dead...
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Crioone stood in the village of Extapolis, her wings catching the light, turning the normally white wings into a shining silver. Raising her head to the sky, she beat her wings down, taking to the air, her four metallic blue coloured legs carried through the night sky towards the sound of a hunt. To the south, an eerie green being was on the watch, and advanced towards Crioone. From the north came the crimson red being known as Nara.
The castle raid had begun, and as Nara and Taverna approached Crioone, the towering fortress of Metawar loomed ever closer to the three deamons...
