There was a strange tranquility that engulfed the area; darkness looming over like a tender blanket. While the ground below was bloomed with flowers, alongside discarded leaves.

Two beings called this place home; their only rest away from the cruelty of the world, but even now it was not safe. Their sanctuary invaded by strangers, and while these Nightfarers were simply trying to do good for the crumbling world; how were the two beasts supposed to know such, inside from to live and survive?

They simply continued on in this seemingly endless land, devoid of anything. The giant scorpion, Faurtis Stoneshield, lumbering on through the sandy desert, with Gnoster, the moth, slumbering peacefully upon its cool, hard carapace. They had no goal. No end in sight, other than to move forward, and live.