Ashrae and his men had been advancing towards Midland´s terrain with the intention of finding the Yahurian and the mystical child. So, far they hadn’t had much luck accomplishing their goal, as it seemed that they were always a step behind them, following the trail of their already fought battles. Their eyes lingering on the trashed camps littered with fresh corpses, a lot of them as white as that hateful Yahun.
The Xiblenean leader hadn't seen so many of this race together since he had tried to take Enhisieh and killed its people fifteen years prior. His eyebrows frowning at the fact that these invaders were the same kind as his despised enemy and wondering how it was possible that they were back after all those years.
He knew the story, of course. After all, his great-grandfather was s
