No one dared to venture out alone, knowing the grim fate awaited them, hunted by unknown beasts lurking in the dark.
Within the city, the imperial guard who was stationed in the city met a tragic end, and their throats slit in the night by ghostly figures who vanished into the shadows.
Under cover of darkness, monstrous figures and Ratlings silently prowled the alleyways, slaughtering both soldiers and civilians alike.
Veiled by a thick fog and the constant rain, the once familiar roads leading out of the city were transformed into treacherous death traps and no-go zones where death was ripe.
In Frostholm's main square and surrounding vicinity, Hellish creatures and rebellious rat-like men converged, rounding up the captured citizens.
