It was nearing midnight, the time of peak power for nocturnal creatures.
A searing heat brushes away the cold embrace that should be present, an uncomfortable sensation for anyone who is near. Damned whisperers of souls were permeating the entire forest landscape, frightening the faunas that were now stripped from their powers.
Snivels and yells of animals could be heard, fleeing the source of this ominous air.
Nothing remained near this hazardous sensation.
Choosing to flee at the sign of danger turns out to be the best choice as distant footsteps, stomping against the earth could be heard approaching from afar. It sounded like a disorderly march of a horde of thousands.
As it got closer, the ominous sensations intensified to an extreme degree.
Paving a violent path through the forest like a tide of blackness is a legion of Demons.
Moving like feral beasts, surging forward with malice.
