Dessert animals ran for their souls in the forest, all running from who once swore to protect them. He stood atop a monolithic ruin, massive black wings shielding him. The purple-marked bandage wrapped across his eyes did not hinder his sight; it refined it, ensuring only the target mattered.

The Night Raven pulled the string of his bow towards a squirrel that had been unable to flee.

"Rest," he spoke. "Your existence violates the order. The dawn must be relinquished."

And before another noise could ring out, an arrow broke through the air and pierced its target, who instantly turned into a corrupted soul and flew away.