The oppressive atmosphere of Shadow Lands, dotted with devastation around, is on a par with the remnants of an old culture. Once brilliant with life, this place seemed like a blooming flower. Until some point.

The Hornsents were not as helpless as they might seem. Retribution for the actions they had once committed would have overtaken them one way or another. Messmer, is like a faithful messenger of Marika,because he has never really received a higher rank from her, once upon a time came here to commit an act of justice. And he dutifully accepted all the militias.

In the name of the Golden Order.

In the name of her...

Lurking in the unknown, his fate had long been sealed for him. And maybe he even came to terms with it, a long time ago.

He was abandoned.

The wide doors in the Scadu Altus slowly swung open, accompanied by a dry rumble, turning all his attention to you.