Deep in the shadows of the tallest dunes, the wraiths are born. Wrapped in tattered rags, dark cloaks, and small pieces of Kajarii glass woven together like chainmail, they meld into shadow, and devour the light and all sound around them. The wraiths leave only silence. Most victims will have no idea what has happened until the wraith’s jagged glass long swords are plunged deep into their bodies. Those that do survive are never the same, and must leave the desertlands or be forever hunted. Their long hoods hide their mask, and all any victim sees are the ever glowing red eyes.