Gerald found himself in a dark and mysterious world. The moon was large, too large, in the sky. It was almost full, and it illuminated the ruins. The Taken were everywhere, their inhuman figures crawling and gliding over to one particular spot on the other side of the temple. They snarled and whispered to each other, seemingly moving as one. Some of them had low glowing, burgundy orbs in their eyes, most had a medium indigo glow, they seemed to be the normal of the group. And then there was the strange looking ones. They stood taller than the rest, and stood still, not scrambling along the ground like insects. They all had their backs to Gerald, imposing figures silhouetted against the moonlight. 

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