A Greedy Little Liar

The sun was roasted red. It bled into the midday. Taunting moving shadows were fighting with each other for a shade to disappear much like their rushing owners.

The church, as Noxian had so sweetly chirped, was nestled at the outskirts of Briarhold. The abandoned praying hall was half-hidden behind a line of weary trees and a huge house that had long since surrendered to the dust.

No wonder it was so dim, Xion thought silently.

Now that he had entered the new place, he could easily tell the difference apart.

It was not a town that resembled the place of ruins- Ferni (which had turned into a proper ruin itself, thanks to the courtesy of Darius), nor did it share Uzera's peculiar hush, where every talk had a tint of mana disease and healing abilities.

No, Briarhold was something else entirely.