It was nightfall, and the sky above Rainbow Lake had turned into a pitch black shroud, with speckles of flickering whites. The lake itself shimmered like a pool of spilled oil, hues of rainbow reflecting on its surface. There was a chilly, salty breeze wafting across the arid terrain. It reeked an overwhelming, putrid brine that would cling to the nostrils and coat the back of one's throat like rot.
Erythros, a red-fu...
