"We have several reports from towns on the South requesting reinforcements, Your Majesty," the old minister from Docrem took a deep breath before continuing the ominous report, "the dukedoms and other nearby forts are deploying soldiers and taking refugees but them are asking for our help."
"Your Majesty, what shall we do?"
"The main office of the Temple of Light is sending more priests to the south, but they request for protection and soldiers' accompaniment."
The hall inside the Palace was filled with High Ranking Ministers and Generals from Docrem discussing the horrible situation outside. There was utter chaos everywhere in the country. Darkness, cold. The reports from the towns and villages were filled with dreadful sights of a shadow covering and engulfing everything, not leaving any life out. Many had been reported as missing and the people were terrified and flying out of the country. But it seemed that nowhere in the continent was safe.
