It was endless. Killing wanderer after wanderer, the waves of them never seeming to stop. Fire raged here and there as the monsters crept closer and closer.

You were tired but had to keep fighting. Then a dark red mist started to seep from the ground. It started to surround the wanderers and stopped them at first, then it crushed them all. You heard the flap of wings and when you looked…

“Poor thing. I thought hunters could fight better.” Sylus had his usual smirk on his face as he landed.