Shadewood A foe turned friend

The Phantom had secluded himself quite a degree after his short joust with the Demon. He had made to keep himself away from the mass of muscle and mind, his ideal need being to figure himself out. It wasn’t that he was too old to beat the newly recruited- it couldn’t be. In a way, Cry almost suspected the titan to be much older than he, simply from the way he carried himself. Where Cry was considered an old soul, the Demon was seemingly ancient, untouched by the tarnish of showed age. 

But now, under the guise of the trickling moonlight, to find the behemoth. He followed the bold smell across the hidden coves of trail, passing a dig up cache that in essence, led to the Risana Lagoon. This was where he had come across happy Phex so long ago, her piebald self tracking Tula, the fishing bird, so jubilantly. Now, as he neared the quiet rush of falling mineral water, a completely different entity claimed the Lagoon.

The Devil.