Morur'ei grimaced upon hearing the news of his passing, he further shook his head as a tear began to trickle down from his eyes. "It is a shame that casualties were made within that battle, if only the urukin did not prod at a hornets nest to bring the wrath of iblees upon them. Perhaps if they had put up a better fight - Skaatch wouldn't have even been within their arms." Upon stating such to himself he opened a journal within his lap. In the far south, a bright light would shoot into the sky above akin to a star. As it grew further into the air it began to smother itself in the dense atmosphere, before a trickle of wisps and flame danced across the sky gracefully. "Rest easy Skaatchnak, the dark preys upon us all."