Vandrael is flying back toward the inn, where a swarm of nightlings distacts him.<br/>Large bat like creature with foot long claws and razor sharp teeth, that feast on human flesh. They can easily locate their prey through motion in any weather. As he watches them he notices that you headed in the direction the two men he previously was with are. Roaring and spewing fire from his mouth at them, hoping to make them change direction, the dragon does not notice the black haired priestess the group are hovering over. Nor does he see the dark army that is flooding the area.<br/>As he turns his head to look several spears radiating with dark energy spear his body, causing him to prummet to the ground. As the dragon slams into the earth, he shape changes again. Standing infront of a horder of dark beasts, the undefeated warrior draws his blade and jumps into the fray. The loud clang of a sword on steel can be heard all over the place as the champion waves through horde after horde of monsters toward the priestess that is accompanied by three ogres.<br/>Slash! Splash! The Nightling are quickly dispatched as the prince wades into them, and does his whirlwird of death blade attack. Then the prince notices what all the dark mass that he saw accumulating in the forests depths is. Hundreds of thousands of dark spirits pour out of a red cirlce filled with an upside down hourglass. The knight brandishes his blade still dripping with blood, and prepares to do battle with the army of darkness.