It was the night before the raid was set to happen. Literally hundreds of players gathered here for the first large-scale raid in the history of this game. And surely, it would end up becoming actual history. After all, freeing such an important town from the control of an evil Dragon was something that Heroes did!
With few exceptions, all the players that wanted to participate in the raid were gathered on a flat plain right outside one of the tunnels acting as gates for Melroe. Everyone was having fun, trying to figure out what sorts of reward people might get for killing the dragon.
But suddenly, the laughter and conversation of these many, many people suddenly disappeared. It was completely silent, and the air became cold. Everyone's feet were covered in cold mist, and any campfire or other sort of flame acting as a light-source was simply extinguished.
