Slowly… the sky shed its crimson veil and donned the black cloak of night, marking the end of yet another hellish day—
here, in Londor.
As darkness settled, the only source of light for the three battered warriors came from the three colossal moons overhead.
Exhausted, they dragged their broken bodies away from the lake of blood and corpses .. now a feast for the circling crows.
The elegant armor that once covered their bodies had been torn to shreds, along with their flesh, leaving behind deep wounds and grotesque bruises.
They were drenched in filth, as if they'd been rolling through mud for hours.
In that miserable state, Frey and his companions climbed a hill—slightly higher than the surrounding terrain.
The moment they reached the top, they collapsed.
No longer able to move.
They sat in silence, staring at one another.
The only sounds were their heavy breathing, and the harsh caws of the crow-like creatures devouring the nightmare beasts below.
