The darkblue creature that spoke to Fiona chuckled, as did the dark and purple creature next to him.

Firstly, make no mistake, I am not one of you kind, I never was. I was born in the glades of Evadize, abandoned and taken by the winged night to this place.

And then the other spoke.

But I was flameborn once, abandoned in the volcanoes, the shadows in the night took me here. Here we are the darkborn, and we have nothing with fire or heat.

To make hi spoint, the darkborn channels the clinging darkness of Eul into his hand, negative energy.

The wraithfolk next to him just gives Fiona a stern gaze.