Rosalind frowned when she heard the deafening cries and the screams of pain the moment she opened her eyes. She immediately got up.
She was currently wearing a simple all-white sleeping gown and was standing in what looked like a tall watchtower.
The sound of bells interrupted her stupor.
Then there was the sound of chaos.
From afar, Rosalind watched the chaotic war unfold before her eyes. The humans clashed against the darkness, or beasts that were made of black mists.
What was this?
Another dream?
Rosalind swallowed as the stench of death filled the air. It was the brutal reality of war.
Rosalind watched in horror as the beasts tore through the humans as if they were treating them as paper. Their sharp claws and teeth tore flesh and bone alike.
However, the humans did not falter. They fought back fiercely, their swords and spears clashing against the tough hides of the beast.
It was a gruesome sight.
"My Lady, do you need us to go down there and tear those beasts?"
