~ For my favorite ghost hunter. In loving memory of SLS. ~
South of Iseyba
Kronen could sense the hungry beasts in the shifting darkness. Their orb-like forms, glowing at the periphery of his vision, were rarely there if he glanced in their direction.
They hungered for the energy shima travelers naturally emitted, especially those who favored darker magic. They stalked their prey from the shadows. Waiting for the foolish or the unwary to step off the path.
He had walked these shadowy trails many times before, however, and understood their dangers well. He knew the faint hums he heard on occasion, like someone quietly singing, were meant to lure him deeper into the trees. He recognized the soft lights he saw out of the corner of his eye from time to time, blending in with the shimmering colors around him, as inviting distractions meant to make him lose focus. To follow them.