Her eyes glared up, senses heightened. She looked around the crowd, knowing one of them was here; a place that is off limits for their kind.
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She was one of the elite, for Larkins were hard to come by. One of God’s earthly angels, a Larkin’s mission was to spread goodness, divine inspiration, and perhaps most importantly, keep the Harven’s at bay. She went by the name of Shirmisten.

She weaved in and out of the crowd. Then, she encountered the source. “Hello Shirmisten. You’re looking well,” his word were like stinging rain on her skin.

“What are you doing here, Ambius? Trying to start a war?”

“I think you and I both know very well… the war has already begun,” he said as he swaggered around Shirmisten. “Our two worlds, one forgotten about the other, have epically collided…are you frightened?”

“You and your kind have no effect on me other than pity. If you came here to fight me, then fight me.”

“I have no intention of fighting you,” Ambius said sinisterly. “I came here to recruit you.”