Far above the dense jungle of Atlantis the artificial lights began flickering ever so slightly before dimming, signifying night. The fanned air felt cool without the warmth of the light, and yet the darkness also brought blissful ignorance. Fenrir walked quietly amongst the foliage, the only sound emitting from him the quite metal clanking of his chains. Though not completely uninformed on the new location, it was the first time he had stood in front of the ever growing crack within the und...
