High above the clouds, where the air was thin, and the winds blew through the highest peaks, where all secrets were kept and maintained, around the ancient stones and caves, some cloaked figures stood in a circle.
They appeared as if they were ready to perform some ritual. Their faces weren't visible, but their eyes… glowed under their hoods like amber lights at night as they looked at the globe-like objects between them.
They didn't have shadows, and why would they? They were the shadows themselves, the darkness, as people would call them, the ancient wanderers that people didn't dare to truffle with.
The language they spoke and the aura they possessed seemed older, older than any species on the Earth, the winds, the sky, and even the moon.
However, only they knew where their powers came from.
The direct moonlight falling on the globe through the crack above them guided them.
