The rolling black clouds churned like an inverted sea, raising waves. Lightning crackled within the clouds, hinting that a storm was imminent.
Despite the weather being as foul as the rainy season, the bitter winter cold was kept at bay.
Andrea paused at the edge where the mist allowed her to faintly glimpse the sprawling, gray, desolate town.
Going any further might expose them to the eyes of the beings dwelling here.
The nest is always the safest place—but for the ones who challenge its inhabitants, it is the most dangerous.
Before discussing how to infiltrate Insmouth and bring back Katerina, those on Andrea observed the town that dispelled the mist.
The buildings clustered together along the hillside, with many collapsing houses giving the town an air of lifeless omens. Two half-spires stood on the hill's waist, one broken at the midsection and collapsed. The remaining spire tips and the other two reached toward the night sky, as if seeking the secrets beyond the stars.
