The Castle of Souls held its warmth while the remaining land of Tartarus swam in chaos.
Black birds with six eyes, all of different shapes and colors, soared high in the sky above the hills of the eastern part of Tartarus.
Rock formations collapsed and rained on the valley like rain as two of the Serakels moved past its walls.
Clicking sounds echoed as the Serakels stopped and began communicating in their language that was only spoken in the head.
"The humans thought they'd found a good protector," the young Serakel said. She lowered its head, then began nodding it. "Vaelith can become good after all those years."
"Yeah, being blinded and following someone is what humans do." The older one, who had one of its horns broken, added. She slammed the tip of her snake tail on the walls, then screamed in joy.
The younger one joined in the laughter, slamming her tail at the mouth of the cave.
