Night, Nova's three moons hung high in the sky embracing the world with purple and blue light. A magical sight, beautiful and serene and for the most part peaceful but roughly two kilometres southwest of Niflheim it was a very different picture.
The blue and purple hue clashed with vivid red, the ground in between the trees littered with dozens upon dozens of dead bodies, some carved by weapons others obliterated by magic either way it was a chilling picture yet at the same time mesmerising.
Frost, Yuna, Findley, Khuno as well as Neve watched this area via the Dungeon menu. Their eyes pried open as far as they could go, their breathing all but stopped so as to prevent interruption. Their hearts thumping with immense and ever growing force as they witnessed the ultimate clash between Rathborne, Cavalish and Baron Glorfile come to fruition.
