On this chilly night, as autumn's presence waned and winter's cold began to assert itself, the first snow fell upon the streets of Rondor.
But instead of the pristine white powder, the ground was stained crimson with blood, flowing toward the marketplace.
But blood wasn't the only element present.
Amidst the snow, flames began to rise, engulfing buildings and filling the city with the desperate screams of its inhabitants.
The great capital city of Rondor, Dein was now
Amid this chaos, another scream pierced the air, marking the demise of yet another hunter at the hands of the vampires.
The formation that they were running in was already broken up as another hunter fell to the ground with a ripped-open throat.
The smell of smoke and blood radiated in the air, and even while running with all his might, Talon felt the churning sensation of his stomach.
