The night was deep. However. He walked into the mist, blind, by the fog of war. The battle that would be known as Twilight Gap was in full swing, but the defenders did not care, they only fought. But this Hunter, walked, and the quiet footsteps rang through the valley. The snarls grew with each step, still, this Hunter walked. A sharp crackle of light pierced the silence, and the Hunter walked, but I, I did not walk - I waited for the end of night.