I awoke as the stench of smoke seared my lungs, clutching at my sword even as I rolled to my feet. The morning's gray light was stained with filth, an ever-spreading plague we'd been fighting for months. Billowing clouds of darkness rolled from the village our squad had taken refuge in, and the blood drained from my face as maniacal cackles rent the air. I drew my sword and took a shaky breath, standing in formation aside the other members of my squad. The smoke and fire twisted as hulking creatures strode through, impossibly immune to the hellish heat of the burning cottages. My blade clattered from my hand it turned, piercing my soul with its fiery gaze. It had horns and scales and a tail and claws and fire and…everything went black.
"Found you…"
