The Moon was shining brightly like a ghostly galleon in it\'s sea of clouds. Below it, bright lights gleamed everywhere in the great city of Hydlaa, Festivals were a bundels , celebration and parties, and the might of good will was alive everywhere, for it was the night of Laanx, a joyous night of festivals, laughter, and the praying to the goddes herself.
Of course not all follow Laanx and her teaches, there are dark ones who call themselves Wraiths who worship but only the cult of evil and it\'s bane. This day was not a day for them, though they never did show mercy on even the most happiest of days.
\"those fools\" Scarlet muttered in a lone tone, so that non of the other Wraiths could hear. Scarlet was a commander in the Wraith hieroarchany, more specificlly the rank of BlackCaptian. He was a black Enkidukai with several black tattos running down on both his arms, he had a deep scar that ran down in right eye and a messy muzzle, he had deep silver eyes that seemed to look through the weakest Wraith. But instead of rage in his eyes like the rest he had a sense of compassion in them
