Dust swirled around her feet with every step. In this desert, not many souls survived. The people living here were not as advanced as her people, and thus she turned heads everywhere she went. She could feel them, teaming under the surface of the city, just waiting for the order to strike. Then she stopped, her eye caught by the brilliant blue hair. “There is an unbalance in Kiragia. I will be going ahead. Meet me there when it is time,” Faythe explained telepathically. “I will be there when I feel they are ready. But you know my place is here for now,” Gloria replied in the same fashion. A moment later, Faythe vanished, and Gloria kept walking, making her way through the village, past the outskirts of town and to the camp. She slowed to a halt, her cape swaying a little as she did. Gloria held her hand up to what seemed like nothing, as if she were a mime touching the side of an invisible box. Red spots lit up where her fingers were, turning green after they were satisfied with her identity. A doorway shaped hole appeared in the mirage, and Gloria stepped through to the camp that was on the other side. “The city is festering with spawn. If any trainees are ready, let me know, and grab your gear. It’s time to hunt,” she said, as the sun began to set in a blaze of red. A few of the new comers volunteered their efforts. In the belief that they were ready to head out to the training grounds, they hastily grabbed their things and gathered around Gloria. One, however, lazily dragged behind. "You there!" she shouted at the man. "Get in gear or get out of my camp." The man simply looked at her and kept dragging. To the group she said, "All of you have papers, so hand them to me now. In case you don't make it back, we'll know who not to expect for dinner tonight." She smirked a bit at her own joke, extending her hand for the papers. Everyone had theirs at the ready, except the one that was dragging behind. She began reading. "Mercy Jordan, 19. Glenn Black, 20. Mifune Fontana, 22." It was at this point that the last of their group handed his paper over to Gloria. "And Van Eston, 32." She tucked the papers away for safe keeping and noticed the large cat that had been lingering around the girl, Mercy. "The panther stays here. This training is for you, and you alone." The panther growled at Gloria. She ignored the cat and looked at the man of 22. "Your weapons are too obnoxious. They will only slow you down. My advice is to bring one scabbard, and make good use of it. And you," she said, focusing on the lazy man,"if you want to stay alive, I suggest you get in the right mindset, or you'll be eaten alive, driven mad, and begging for death before the night is done." Gloria turned to the camp entrance, placing her fingers on the panel that opened the door. "You have five minutes to get ready and meet me at the well." The group was left watching Gloria fade into the darkness.