While Erend and Eccar stood watch atop the battlements, the night finally come and remained unnervingly silent for the moments. The stars twinkled overhead but their light seemed dimmed as if the sky was holding its breath. The calm that had settled over the battlefield felt heavy because they knew that with something ominous is brewing just beyond the horizon.
Erend and Eccar's draconic senses were on high alert, screaming that something was amiss. Eccar exchanged another glance with Erend who was equally tense. Erend's hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword.
But the danger they were waiting for was not here—not in the lands of the Elves.
Far across the land, deep within the borders of the human kingdom of Astoria, the unnatural event was unfolding. In the heart of a forest a disturbance began to ripple through the air. The animals scattered, fleeing as the very earth beneath them trembled.
