As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, it dyed the sky in myriad shades of violet, indigo, and orange.
The spring breeze blew from the east, traveling across the Galestine and gently blowing over the city of Ravenfell.
A city that once stood as one of the greatest metropolises in the Empire, housing one of the Four Pillars, now lay enveloped in fire and death.
The warm spring breeze did little to fix the bloody, fiery landscape. If anything, it appeared that even nature was seemingly afraid of the mortal affairs in the city.
The sky slowly darkened and the twin moons rose to the sky, their pale glow gradually illuminating the city below.
In the Upwtown Quarter, a district overrun by cultists, who had infiltrated from the underground sewer tunnels, it was utter chaos and madness in every nook and cranny.
