Years ago, somewhere in human territory, a group of inquisitors struggled to make their way through a dense, stifling forest.
There were a dozen of them, all dressed in the order's imposing armor, though at that moment little remained of the intimidating presence that usually accompanied it.
They pushed through the undergrowth with effort, dragging their feet, exhaustion etched into every face.
Many of them limped, others wore improvised bandages stained with dried blood.
And several more carried their more badly wounded companions.
Days of continuous marching and only a few hours of rest had begun taking their toll, leaving everyone visibly worn down.
Everyone except one.
At the front of the group walked a woman with dark blue hair and green eyes, keeping her back straight and her stride firm.
She was the only one who seemed immune to the exhaustion consuming the rest.
