Unusual black clouds lurk over the bleak horizon. The animals on the island are all crammed into their pitiful hut, the best they can do. 

Aura scowls to herself, cursing in an ancient tongue.

But it was too late to go back. 

The Darkness was here.

It ripped trees from their roots. It dried up coursing rivers. It devours all land in between it and its target.

The elementals of Krystalle.