Samuel arrived at Rabena because let's get this fucking thing going please jesus fuck

It was dark and foreboding, and Samuel felt a great sense of malice coming from within. It was overwhelming, even to a mind not opened by gishiki. He felt his hair standing on end, and not because of the cold weather. The darkness that pervaded the surrounding countryside was a testament to whatever evil resided within. He shuddered.

As Eien reorganized the groups, Samuel found himself separated with Rook and his good friend Night. It was a good group, both of them being very capable Trainers of their own accord. "We should probably keep a Natrelmon or two out ourselves," he said as Eien released his Ohitsuji and disappeared into the fogs. Samuel quickly decided on his two Light-types. The darkness here worried him, and what better way to ward darkness than beings of light? Albion zoomed around the heads of Night and Rook excitedly, but Lancelot stood tense and at the ready, its brilliant white sword shining and illuminating the area around them. 

"Let's go," Samuel said sharply before taking point and leading the way into the fogs, Lancelot at his side and Albion fluttering a few feet in front, its natural light revealing the path.