Border Area, northeastern part, Poison Tail Tribe border outpost, in the early hours of the morning.
The gray-blue sky stretched like silk infused with ink over Ten Thousand Snake Swamp.
The morning stars had not yet faded, and the eastern horizon was just turning a pale white. The sun had yet to rise officially, and the damp mist slowly flowed over the land, enveloping this border region in a hazy vapor.
Sentinel Commander Kesos coiled at the top of the serpentine watchtower, his gray-green scales perfectly blending with the moss-covered wooden railings.
His thick snake tail thumped against the weathered bricks, making a rhythmic "thud thud" sound.
As a veteran who had shed his skin four times, his amber vertical pupils could catch any anomaly even in the faintest light.
"Naji, your scale seams are reflecting light."
Kesos suddenly hissed, his forked tongue quickly quivering, capturing pheromones in the air.
