Screams rang across the Isle in the west, cut short by the demise of the innocent.

In the month of Ero, Evil's Avatar stood outside the gates of Mhaldor, watching three children bleed dry upon the cross, bidding their blood to taint the influence of the Night. Chanting a prayer to their Master, Mhaldor stood and watched as the Dread Ecclesiarch Ysela Nithilar, the Ebon Adjutant, turned the red fog of the Island forward, to repel the power of the Moon.

A sudden interruption from Targossas saw deaths on both sides, but Mhaldor remained standing, as the last of the lifeblood drained from the children and Evil's will was done. Fuelled by the blood of the daemon serpent, Yuthka, and drawn by the heart of the Malevolent One's Hand, the crimson fog corrupted the moonpool, ensuring that His Isle remain warded against its influence for years to come.

Penned by My hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 769 AF.