Now that her friend’s life was in danger, Latiana started looking at this island with a new pair of eyes. For the tropics, Koko-Ra was actually rather barren. The rocks were odd, too. The large pebbles constantly shifted underneath her weight, to Jeanne’s dismay at the dig site. That was her first clue that something was strange on this island. The second, of course, was the constant howling from within the fog, but that mystery was already explained.

The rocks made it difficult to track Jeanne, but Latiana could follow the signs of a struggle. The dogs had dragged her into the centre of the island, and Latiana caught up soon enough. There she was, on top of a large boulder. There didn’t seem to be any way to get closer, so Latiana pulled out her small binoculars. She could runes on the boulder, and a man behind it, holding a rod in his hand, and yelling at the skies.

The dogs would be back soon – in fact, Latiana doubted that they’d ever left her. Steeling herself, she screamed, and charged.