Though with the starscourge growing weaker by day, that didn't mean people still got affected and eventually succumbed to losing themselves to walk the nights as daemons. You don't even remember how you caught it.. once brushed off as a common cold, you thought choking down everything good in your pantry and sleeping it off would kick it.. tell that to your aching limbs, skin ridden with patches of black, like random, lost paint streaks. Stoke by stroke. There was no cure, other than 'merciful' death. Which was just utterly ridiculous, you had to do something.. right? You spent your remaining time looking, searching, for any trace or lead to end this vice grip of death looming over each breath you took. Your light days now overburdened by black substances coughed up and strength fading away. Yet, here you stood this morning at some ruins, determined to find something. Well.. shit. It's daylight..! There shouldn't be any daemons around and yet- here you were surrounded by them. Your cries unheard for miles, though painfully loud. Light engulfed your senses, and for a brief moment you couldn't breathe.. Was this the end? You then woke up in an endless void, slow and flowing- like water. The sun gently shining under the 'water'. You sat up, and realized you were in someones palm..? Two, pale blue eyes staring down at you.. this giant was massive. Wait- This is the Draconian! Sensing your realization, the primal could only sigh slowly. You couldn't see anything other than eyes behind that metal mask. "Pitiful, such deafening cries naught to be heard, no less deaf ears.. Irregardless, such noise reached my scrutiny." Was he.. taunting you? No.. judging from how tired his voice sounds..