A Demon Awakens

[Chasing Daybreak]

Humans. You take your eye off of them for a century or so, and they're full of tricks once again. For all of their weakness, for their short lives and foolish fixations, they can never be underestimated. Like unpredictable fireworks, always a new pattern to witness.


Oh how I wish death upon every last one of them.

'The mages of this era are truly something', Ilysander remarks. A lone starlit mage bearing the cloak of Prospera wounds the Demon Sage after confronting him, carving past his rib cage, invoking his true form in blind fury; body and pride scarred alike.

An unnatural disaster threatens to destroy the farming town of Arcadia. Peasants flee en masse as the mages rally to confine and defeat the threat; in the aftermath of it all several are horribly wounded, and the blood of Ilysander stained the land as he took flight in preservation of his life.

It has been fifty-eight years since I was last forced into a retreat. Do not think I will forget your name. Even now my life ichor unmakes you.   It will not be long, and I am ever patient.