Silence, Darkness, Cold.

A few things that GenRyuu was all too familiar with. Being locked away in a damp basement for years of her child hood would make someone come to know these things. Even loathe them. But here she stood, in the tower that formed the center border between the three very different regions of Eterno. It was very tall, and the circumference of the looming frame was so wide that she could transform into her true self, her dragon form, and still be able to stretch her wings comfortably inside. But still, here she stood in the center of the floor, her face being only slightly lit in contrast by the dim light of the moon shining through in a few small suqare windows that had been carved in the stone of the tower's walls.

In the tower, she had rather dull, even gloomy, surroundings. The stone walls were dark gray, faded and chipped from age, the ground was plain dirt with the few brown skeletons of plants unfortuneate enough to grow inside of the gloomy place, the roof of the tower was at least 50 feet high, and it was barely even seen in the pitch black of the night and scarcely lit insides, and just along the walls, all evenly distanced were three large wooden doors, lined with black iron designs and a rather large knob on each that served as the handle. For those who didn't know their directions, each had a very faded name painted above it in red. The names were of the regions; Cri, Siras, and Malum.

GenRyuu hadn't gotten any real assignments as of lately, so she figured she might as well go track down someone elses job and get it done quicker than they did. But just who might she so willingly kill? Well, anyone that she considered vile and real evil, even despite she was a member of the Caedo. Slate black eyes traced along the walls untill they fell upon a door. The name played in her mind for a moment before she stepped forward a few feet and rested a hand on the knob. With a small heave, the door slowly opened, groaning loudly as the hinges reluctantly moved from their so long rested positions. Stepping through, the large wooden door closed behind her, the thud from it echoing through the tower. Stopping at a small hill just outside the tower, her eyes scanned the region of Siras.

Taking a small breath, she proceeded forward, her chain mace swinging idly at her side. The Phoenixes just might be in for a surprise this evening.