Blackfeather Woods Red eyes, blue eyes, white eyes

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With the swarm came the time for bats to feast. Although it brought entire forests down to bare bones and drove the large game away from the claws of wolves, smaller hunters like Azul had been blessed by the darkest of gods. The old warlock had been rather distracted with the carpet of dead locusts ever since the plague flew by, to the point where he had neglected even his young pupil.

He fluttered down the cave where he knew he'd find the dark princess hiding away from the light. Her aura was dull, darker than usual, and he could see, for the way she faced the wall that she had fallen asleep under emotional pain. Pain was an underestimated, but powerful source of energy.

The warlock flew around her three times, casting the circle while chanting...

"mazverdagon se grevenka hāre jēdi nūmāzma,
mazverdagon se grevenka hāre jēdi nūmāzma,
mazverdagon se grevenka hāre jēdi nūmāzma..."

When the circle was drawn, Azul landed on her back as gently as a bat can land, trying not to wake her, and crawled up to her ear with slow moves. Once there, he closed his eyes and started chanting once more...

"Mele laesi, kasta laesi, timpa laesi...
Laesi bona nehugon, maghagon kustikāne naejot issa..."