The Legend of KaW Part Two He stood before them, a great hulking mass of writhing, twisting roots and branches, a sylvan of the north. More appeared, and WE LIVE IN SOLITUDE was outnumbered and completely doomed. Nevertheless, they fought on. Swords slashed and talons clawed the air. WE LIVE IN SOLITUDE were still not going down without putting up a fight. The armies were only getting thinner, and for every sylvan that fell another stepped up to take its place. A faint orange glow appeared on the horizon. The sylvans turned, and as if some survival instinct had gripped them, they fled. A shadow crept over the ground, blocking out what little light there was through the dense trees. Moutos the Malevolent, the mystical dragon of the vermeil cliffs, had arrived. End of Part Two Thanks, X-DUCK