The moon brightened the world in its soft white and blues while Rion stared into the glowing, bestial yellow eyes of Varok.
His breath hitched from the revelation of what the dark king had done. He always wanted to know what had caused all tribe members to act together to kill a fellow Dhaevrak when each one was considered equal to a family member.
'No wonder Father and Nena get furious whenever someone mentions him...'
He took a deep breath to calm himself and asked, "These dark phantom gauntlets... are they the ones hanging on the wall of your cave?"
Varok nodded. "They are."
"Why haven't you destroyed them?"
"Destroy them?" Varok scoffed. "Those things can control the purple miasma that devours everything. What makes you think that they can be destroyed?"
Rion's eyes stirred in realisation, and he mumbled under his breath, "Right..."
Just then, a thought struck his mind.
