The sky above Solaris died. The toxic black mist rolled across the eastern plains like an unnatural ocean wave. It swallowed the green grass, suffocated the tall trees, and blotted out the afternoon sun. The air instantly turned freezing cold.
Standing on the high stone battlements of the capital, Seyana gripped the hilt of her silver rapier. She wore her dark iron armor. Her amber eyes narrowed as the massive shadow storm crashed against the kingdom's outer walls. The sound was deafening. It was not the sound of heavy wind. It was the sound of a hundred thousand feral monsters screeching in the dark.
"Archers!" Seyana yelled, her voice cutting clearly through the rising panic. "Draw!"
A thousand Solaris soldiers pulled back their steel bowstrings. Their hands shook rigorously. They were ordinary men, terrified of the nightmares hiding in the mist.
"Fire!"
