Oryn was a creature of hate. A thing that wasn’t able to be seen, a thing that didn’t really exist on any physical level, but it was still there. Still swirling around mortals, readying itself to strike, but never striking. It was waiting.

“Naro, we need you to start doing something around here. All you’ve done for the last three hours is pick at that cut on your palm.” Kwanati spoke like she was angry, but she was feeling sorry for Naro more than anything. After all, thought Kwanati, Naro did go head on with a Toran. The shambles of a town these people were standing in was appalling. All of the life from this once great villa was instantly stripped away, leaving saddened citizens and broken buildings. All of the life in the area had left, before the Clan of Ace came. The Clan of Ace is an age old organization that has helped deal with the damage Oryn’s supporters and creatures do to peaceful environments. Naro, and Kwanati, are some of the legions greatest warriors.