The world bathed in red.
That was how many people of the Drak Dukedom will be describing this day. Not because they understood what happened, but because they could not explain it any other way. The light shifted wrong, too fast, as if evening had been dragged over the city by a bleeding hand. Streets, roofs, even the faces peeking from cracked windows were washed in a dark crimson tint that made everything look guilty.
It was suddenly evening, then the whole world was covered in the redness of blood. And after that, it felt like Armageddon. As the grounds of the city in its entirety shuddered and shook. Earthquake? Seismic movement? Or an explosion. Many would theorize, but few would have the right answer.
