Darkness blanketed the skies of the dark lands. The unending ruins were deserted. By sunlight, sound and life. Forbidden, as the dragons had intended for it to be…as it had been for centuries.
Once, this had been home to a thriving settlement. Once, in a time farther than his memory allowed.
The silence dominated the ruins, as cold and still as death. But occasionally, it was punctuated by the distant shrieks of shadow people. Loud, eerie cries that reverberated for miles.
The death gale was gone but the dangers still lurked in these ruins. Lopsided shadowy beings milled about with hollowed out eyes and gaping maws. The stench of death hung heavily in the air. Thick, pungent... suffocating.
Death, darkness, devastation. That was all these lands knew. All they stood for, centuries before, and even now.
There was nothing that could cleanse these lands. Nothing that could conceal the ugliness of it...
