Morning prayers were interrupted by a sentry sounding it's horn. Leona's warrior offered themselves to handle it right away, but alas, she was already in a poor mood. Whoever intruded in their territory today, no doubt to climb the sacred mountain, would face her personally. While her aides donned her golden armor, the scout informed the location of a single trespasser heading to the Wallowing Chasm, into the foot of mountain Targon.

This is the third one this month. Does the word not travel? Of how those who try to cross Solari territory never return? Or are the heretics so desperate for redemption? She thinks, pulling the straps tight. Perhaps, they naturally crave to die.

It took little effort to find her mark, now with her own disdainful eyes. She dropped down without a care in the world, like a meteor of steel, landing right in front of it's path. The sound reverberated around the whole, barren valley.

"That close enough," She warned, with the mountain right behind her, and her warriors struggling to come down to meet them.