The air was dry, the people around sickly and exhausted. They went about their day as always here in The Last City, a day as grey and sandy as any other.

You found yourself wandering around this place, a place where rarely anyone was truly happy, a place that has seen better days.

A place with a small pen in the furthest back, creatures of light being guided towards it by someone.

"Please watch out, I need to get my light creatures to their pen."