Wyvan Vow has almost forgotten what colors are. For months, He has prowled the rocks and ridges of the tangled shore, all he sees is shadows, shadows and fallen scavenging through rubble. Light is scarce in this place. But Wyvan knows how to find it—how to feel for the un-ripples of the Void, to draw Light from the infinities between spaces. He knows how to roll black holes between his fingertips, and how to nock her bow with the inescapable gravities of the universe. Soon Wyvan will leave this place, return to the Last City, report his findings. See colors again. But that won't last long. He is a Nightstalker. Out here-balanced upon the infinitesimal knife's edge-is where He truly belongs. He slides down a jagged rock, knocked his bow, and stared into what most people would call total darkness but, thanks to his helmets navigation system he knew there was a dreg crouched right in the corner of the burrow. he listened to the wind, calculating his arrows launch trajectory, once he found the perfect angle he drew back slightly on the string of his recurve, focusing on the dregs movement, once the dreg stopped moving for a few seconds he knew the dreg would lean to the right as it was on natural for a creature to look in the direction of a predator, feeling their being watched. He drew back fully and released the arrow. He knew it was a perfect killing shot, and the screech he heard from the cave confirmed that. he silently placed a smoke trap on the floor beneath him pressing the activate button with his middle finger and somersaulted back of the rig and pressed his back against the cold rock he heard the smoke grenade detonate behind him, due to the fact it was thermally activated, he knew that the dregs company had arrived, as no dreg would be looting alone, he had to have some kind of leadership nearby. sure enough he heard the roar of a fallen captain and the sound of what he calculated to be three vandals stepping closer to his hiding spot. he silently slipped his bow onto his back and unholstered his hand cannon, he was cornered, he could easily shoot his way out of it, but he was a nightstalker, not a gunslinger, so he decided it would be best to cloak he closed his eyes and focused his mind on void light and felt the travelers energy running through his body. He opened his eyes and held up his hands.... nothing, perfect he thought to himself. He silently crouched and inched his way away from the band of confused and gurgling fallen towards another rock. Once he finally reached the other rock he Somersaulted behind it. and felt the void energy that he previously had felt enter his body vanish. he looked at his hands again, regular old hands again, just in time he thought to himself. He peeked around the corner the smoke was clearing and he could see the captains furious eyes scouring the jumble of rocks and ether spirals. He knew he needed to get back to the tower to report his findings to the vanguard. He felt a presence behind him, as he slowly turned back he saw two, four armed figures standing in front of him then one of the figures jabbed his staff into his side and everything went black. now I ripped it off the orpheus rigs but, idk its a work in progress I would like to thank Shadow for everything and inspiring me to write this