"Ah!"
In the city, a creature suddenly woke from his sleep. His body was drenched in sweat, his breathing unsteady. Fumbling for the lamp on the bedside table, he lit the weak flame, casting dim light across the room. He turned to the window, staring uneasily into the dark sky beyond.
"All these years… and I still dream of it."
It had been three years since the fall, three years since the world was shattered and their city captured by the "Outer gods." Yet even now, the nightmares refused to leave him. Every time he closed his eyes, the old horrors returned.
"Is this… the shadow left behind by war?" he muttered, wiping his forehead again.
He had no way of realizing that his nightmares were not born of memory alone, Something that none of them could yet perceive was stirring.
Beneath the foundations of the city, shadow-colored fog was slowly, silently rising.
