A routine patrol had taken you far from here, towards the other end of the forest — near the borderlands where the city people plow their fields. On the way back, you heard the screams. You ran towards them. Noctite, your owl companion, flapped after you. The cries fell silent.
All the other Guardians lie dead, and no raiders’ weapons slew them. Teeth and talons inflicted these wounds. Beaks and claws. It makes no sense. Animals kill to feed, to protect their cubs. They don’t slaughter groups of warriors.
Something dark has come to Eterna Forest.