There was a sharp stab of pain in the back of her head. Like a vessel of blood bursting, a nerve being split, it was a use of the dark arts. For years already, she has been hunting this, Pharos Lumina, an agent for the Nightmare Empire but for over a decade, he seemed to be able to evade her grasp, seemingly slipping away at the very last moment, as though he was never there.<br/><br/>Tetramis spread her wings and leapt off the ground, adding in the propulsion of her wings to lift her high across the bleak terrain. Another Necromancer perhaps? How many must I kill to stop Pharos? She had yet to select her familiar so her thoughts were still her own. She exhaled, wisps of vapor flowing from her lips, mingling with the frozen air.<br/><br/>Finally, the direction she was heading in brought forth fruit, a town, well hidden from sight by a bend in the Aenora river. She folded her wings and plummetted to the pavement, her armored boots and reinforced bones absorbing some of the shock, the rest was cushioned by her bent knees. She reeled as her legs seemed like jelly then she pressed forward, patches of ice forming where her boot rested on, cracking and spider-webbing as her other foot pressed down on it. Icicles formed on Mumakui and Tetramis spotted a girl, croughing in the middle of the moonlit street she hurried forward to aid her then-<span style="font-style: italic">She is the one who was using the dark arts.</span><br/><br/>Standing a safe distance from the girl, Tetramis brought her sword up, smashing it onto the stone pavement. The ice which covered the blade fractured and shattered, revealing the full beauty of the Mumakui. "Speak, girl. Were you using the dark arts?" Tetramis doubted it, but it payed to be sure.<br/><br/>(Note: Mumakui translates to: Muma, a dream demon; Kui, eater. So brought together it means either Dream demon-eater or Dream-eater.<br/>And darkeye's name: Akuma translates to Demon.)