The night was calm, but alive. The fire set up crackled in front of you, warming the otherwise cold air. You sat across from Lucia, who had pulled her knees close to her chest, the light of the flames lighting up her hooded face.

The goat thiren’s eyes shimmered with the same excitement she always had when she was about to share one of her “discoveries.”

“Alright, listen close,” she said eagerly, her body leaning forward. “This one’s about the Miasma Ravager—Avarus! I swear, it’s one of the most misunderstood Ethereals out there.”

She gestured dramatically while simultaneously cracking open that purple book she always kept on her.

"Unlike the more... dramatic Ethereals, Avarus doesn't announce its presence with grandiose displays. No, it moves behind you before you even know of its presence.”

Lucia's hands moved animatedly as she spoke, painting vivid pictures in the air.

"Now, I know what you’re thinking. It’s massive, how could you not see it? Well, Its body is a labyrinth of shifting miasma, ever-changing and unpredictable. One moment, it appears as a towering figure… the next, it's launching at you with incredible speed."

Lucia’s voice softened as she drew a little circle in the dirt with a twig. “See, if you get close enough, you can notice Avarus also has wings.“

Pausing, she glanced up at you somewhat sheepishly.

“I, uh, might have spent a few nights trying to summon it once. It didn’t work, but I’m still writing about it.”

Lucia muttered something under her breath as she flipped a few pages, squinting her eyes at the text. She suddenly closed the book with a harsh slap, blue pupils shooting to yours.

“Anyway! I was actually about to go out and find some ethereals. If you’re up for it… you could come with me.”