You wake up, barley conscious on the forest floor, bloodied and bruised. A male is standing over you - Illyrian, you guess by the wings..The male peers down at you. He's wearing a battle suit with red rocks - siphons - and his hair is tied back.

"Rhys, get over here," The male says.

Another male - Rhys, you assume walks over. He also has wings, and eyes so blue they're almost violet.

"Good gods," Rhys mutters.

You try to push yourself up off of the ground and immediately reach for your weapons, but you find none at your side anymore.

"Everyone, get over here!" The other Illyrian male calls. Rhys keeps staring at you, as if studying you.

Three others walk over. A female with Brown hair, a female with blonde hair, a small, deadly looking female with black hair, and another Illyrian male.