{Music recommendation; Controlled Chaos by Secession studios & Greg Dombrowski}
"Tragedy?" Jack inquired, his eyes taking in the ruins before them, as well as the melancholic silence occupying the abandoned village. The breeze seemed to carry a secretive whisper, and that made Maurice gasp as though he…although not quite sure, he could perceive a voice from the eerie wind.
In a state of pensiveness, a distant rumbling sound drew their attention back to the situation before them, a loud growl– seemingly as loud as a Lion's roar, echoed ominously through the dilapidated street. A sense of foreboding loomed overhead as Maurice instinctively backed away, his gemstone already placed in the hilt with the same pulsating rings looping around his blade. As if timed, the ground beneath their feet shook, and a gust of wind suffused with a sulfuric stench swept through the area, whilst making their eyes water in reaction.
