Plogging Along

lksanun stood admiring his latest disguise with great satisfaction. This would've fooled his own mother! The Realmwalker was roused from his musings by a familiar sensation. It was a dark, foreboding presence, one that he had felt stalking him since leaving Greenhollow.

lksanun frowned. Such a being would not be fooled by a disguise like this, no matter how authentic or masterfully crafted. He knew that even in his weakened state, he remained a Guardian. The demon would recognize his aura anywhere. But he would not have to confront his hunter so soon. There was a place he might go. Amidst such an enormous concentration of Dark Chi, he would be quite difficult to track. It was decided. He had to journey to the Highland Necropolis.