"...of fire and death. Embers and sparks rained down on the
barren ground, a dying sun lay to rest on a distant horizon. Smoky tendrils curled in a
sickly wind, brushing quietly past the broken rocks. The shadows came alive, stalking
from their murky depths, devouring the remaining light."
barren ground, a dying sun lay to rest on a distant horizon. Smoky tendrils curled in a
sickly wind, brushing quietly past the broken rocks. The shadows came alive, stalking
from their murky depths, devouring the remaining light."