Sleep, those little slices of death; oh how I loathe them
- Edgar Allan Poe
Fire crackled on the ground. A mixture of smoke and dust rose in the air. Metallic clangs sounded across the area. The blood of humans and the inhuman body parts of beasts littered the earth. In the midst of the carnage, stood four mere humans gripping tightly to broken swords. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair as they were surrounded by darkened terrifying creatures. The human strength within them showed signs of fading as they watched the creatures munch on the fallen bodies of their comrades.
