In the tranquil darkness of the night, a guard leaned against the gate of Pyrohaven, his laughter echoing softly. The atmosphere was light, filled with the idle chatter of the guards, a stark contrast to the silent, ominous Deathland that lay beyond.
Suddenly, he paused, his laughter fading into a puzzled expression. Squinting into the dark horizon, he asked in a hushed tone, "What's that?" His finger trembled slightly as he pointed towards a distant, shadowy mass.
The other guards, catching the change in his demeanor, turned to look. Their faces, once relaxed and jovial, grew tense and alert. The light-hearted banter that had filled the air just moments ago now vanished, replaced by a heavy silence as they all stared at the approaching horde.
