<strong>Location:</strong>Outside<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Chorgath, Others<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Just before Sanger emerges<br/><br/>Chorgath, watching the entrance and making sure everyone gets through, sees two events in quick succession.<br/><br/>One is the form of the Day Caste, preceded by grasping shadow-violet anima, as it tucks and rolls out from the entrance to the temple, skidding into the sand and coming up on both feet.  It has been wounded, badly-- the wound Samaro left her combined with a new one along her stomach, something that would have outright killed a creature of lesser hardiness.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For a moment, his Essence-Dissecting Stare penetrates the obscuring black shroud...</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's briefly difficult to swallow.  The keeper of all this malice is just barely grown, a young woman the same age as Anjushri's attendants, clad in filthy-looking rags and still somehow resembling a precious porcelin doll.  Her hair is a familiar shade of platinum blonde, bound tightly in a braid that falls about three feet down; her face is twisted by the pain of obvious injuries, knives tucked in the rope that seems to be serving as a belt.</div></div>The Day Caste's figure blurs again to his eyes-- and every other observer's-- and there is the sensation of something winter-cold moving past him in a rush without disturbing a hair on his head.  In the next moment, the ink-black blot of anima banner is suddenly on the other side of the doorway, more than a hundred yards down the thoroughfare in the Demon City.<br/><br/>If the heralding light of Chorgath's own anima banner wasn't enough to set the inhabitants of Malfeas a'scurrying (if only to prepare for the arrival of an Important Person!), the arrival of an Abyssal is enough to start an instinctive panic amidst the saner sorts.  It doesn't last for long, though, as the Day Caste's figure blurs once again; there's a sight of ink blotting the skies further in the city, and then further on...<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Sondok emerges from just behind Sanger and passes him on the way out, entirely indifferent to their condition.  Her gaze focuses past the doorway, settling balefully on the black stain on the sky that is the Day Caste's soul-light, before she nods to Chorgath and files in line to the 'safety' of the Demon City.