Zain
One could say the undead thing was on a mission. There was an insatiable twisting in his gut that rumbled demands. Beckoning his feet to move from any resting position, fore he could rest when he was dead.
Well maybe not given current events.
His glowing red orbs look upon the angelic formation now, in the blackened night. What kind of demonic kingdom has a healing waterfall?! It was asinine, and he was looking to fix that. Surely if Pangea had a magical entity, so too did the other lands.
Deciding best not to cross into the Dale, having stolen two of its members very recently, he looks to the land of pine forests. His lengthy gate carries him swiftly out of the barren desert and into the cover of pines.
It wasn't hard to find the magic seated there. He was a creature of fire and to find a tree eternally burning without becoming ash was quite the sight. He appraises it silently with a twisted grin on his undead face.
Moments pass and there is a feeling that crawls across his body. A warmth, a burning. It prompts him to turn around and see a set of silver eyes peering at him from within the dark cloak of the pine boughs. The devious grin returns to his face as he offers a greeting, “Well hello there. Who might you be?”
The zombie man was accustomed to playing with fire and today is no different.
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Kreed
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.