Human Realm.
The night before the Sarori awakening.
The village was quiet by this time of the night, the moon had disappeared into the sky.
Cloudy vapour arose like steam from deep green vegetation in the mountains that surrounds the serene lands.
But the quietness was an illusion of peace, a mockery of the violence about to take place.
The beasts sensed the looming evil first, the insects stopped singing their night songs and even the street dogs had gone silent, cowering in their kennels as something unnatural walked through the night.
The veiled one's dark robes flowed without any breeze to stir them and where his feet touched the ground, flowers withered and grass turned black.
Inside his cloak, the crystal vase, pulsed with an eerie light as the orange-haired witch's spirit pressed against the glass.
