The Crimson Omen ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 2 من 2

I observed a Drak today — frantic, triumphant. He had gotten his hands on red pigments and held them up like a trophy, screaming something I couldn't decipher. The color was deep, blood red. They were preparing for battle. I believe he took it as a sign — mistook it for human blood, perhaps. He disappeared with it shortly after.

— Loraine Crim