The glamour lies within the effervescent sky during a sunset. It combines the serenity of the auburn sun, pale pink hues, and the rich light radiating from the ends of the sky to the crystal home of Vèx and Seltén Verminians flashing splendidly in the city to achieve absolute perfection.
Dreygur was at the top of the Central Exile tower watching the setting sun. The cold and gentle breeze brush away his hair, revealing his perfect set of deep crimson eyes. He looked up at the scenery from ahead admiring the astonishing horizon upfront.
Dreygur only once came out of the Royal Cemetery of Paristine, he appreciates the beauty of such things. The strange mixture of air also feels him good. He opened his arms wide and faced up at the sky while his eyes still closed.
"Soul Trackers," Dreyg
