Weeks spent reviving the fallen and recuperating after the siege on Salenia, we were informed in our transitional housing of what would come for us.

The yellow crystal had sustained massive damage and we can only speculate on what was stolen.

The dark druids that were corrupting it would be reanimated at loss to some physical strength, but with mental bonuses – so the dark becomes ever more ethereal as each death somehow bolsters their evil spirits.

We are sure that they have learned how to corrupt in massive scale and implore this on their new folk – it is how they gain numbers from different worlds and sway the unsuspecting and naïve.

Although we fended off the attack we are at a slight disadvantage, things could have gone worse, yet at least we were not too brutal. The personal attack on our reality projector is a ruthless one, so it comes to no surprise that our weapons hit with a little more vigour and insult.

The city will be rebuilt, and we have provisionally closed all the rifts that the evil used to spring through, yet the corruption it leaves behind will linger – this city will never be same again.

We fear that this is what will be used to transform our visions into a world unknown of and all we can do is try to prepare.

The dark is adept at its incessant will to overthrow and wreak havoc. Evil waits for no man as it broods like lava in the souls of the wicked.

It seems our passive and joyful nature will have to take the backseat, as we smith ways in protecting ourselves and each other through magical barriers.

We can only predict and assume, so most of what we are working on will only bear fruit in a few weeks.

There are analysts that are scoping out what the damage is along with its implications specifically so that we can all work on our individual blessings.

In the battle and thereafter small groups formed between warriors that worked well together and a small ceremony was held once the dust settled that warmed the hearts of each of us over the great victory. A lighter air of relief flowed over the society as there was a bit of ungloomy news finally.

It seems we have a tendency to be too critical and precise. It is tough to let ones guard down even for a second because of the fear that is around regarding the dark and its unpredictability.

Yet, it is most probably the fear that will be our downfall if we continue with it.

Orders to rest eventually stem the paranoia and holders of positions take their rightful place as the construction of a well designed army takes its new place after this last battle.

In the coming weeks there seems to be no more giant attack imminent, yet small groups get dispatched to take care of smaller battles at the edges of the world.

Seemingly the dark spent the most of its power on this one attack and is pestering us as a sort of diversion.

Our specialists advise that they are biding time and are working on something greater.

We hold the place of being the defenders, so we lack the intent of making a move. The darks mysterious nature cannot be deciphered properly due the energy that it uses. This sick feeling is something that corrupts and our light forces do have the stomachs to even get close on a verdict regarding the plans that have been created in secret to boot.

There is something respectful about secrets which makes them more difficult to uncover. Our spies cannot simply infiltrate and on top of that the dark gets its strength from multiple worlds while we are merely defending one planet.

Feeling somewhat overpowered, I am sure that my belief in good will triumph. It is all we can do – hold strong in this belief and work toward it so that it stays resilient force in this world.

As days go by we make plans to go back to Izuh’goll. I cannot wait to relax with at least one Tipla – that is all I want after this stressful encounter. All this paranoia and unsureness is killing me.

The city is in good hands and the rest will be done by its inhabitants, as we – the battle squad – are sent back through small portals one by one.

The open brick yard close to the middle of Izuh’goll we are teleported to is a reuniting and relieving place. Leeza and I run to our home, have some fruit and laughs together along with some wine at candle light.

After Leeza went to sleep I had my fruity Tipla and a lot of deep thought and went to bed.

Rolling around under the sheets, unable to sleep I keep thinking about the deaths, the exhilaration and the fear. I feel haunted by this battle and all its corruption. So much dread – all somehow ok, because of all of our talents and spells, yet the misunderstanding of why the dark would be so terribly active and intentful on so much chaos is unfathomable to me. Maybe I am too peaceful a soul to understand, but some day there will be light even for them. It is all we can hope for.