Capítulo 118: The Army Of Beasts

The dark night fell upon the vast and empty expanse of the Northern lands, covering it with the thick black veil of ominous obscurity. The bright round plate of the full moon shone in its cold silver glow – the only source of light on the otherwise empty black canvas of the endless sky. 

The biting, wintry gusts swept relentlessly over towering snowdrifts, plucking glistening snowflakes from their icy perches and strewing them like a fine dusting of powdered sugar. Despite strained attempts to perceive any semblance of detail, the void persisted, offering naught but an endless expanse of ebony stretching over the desolate, purple-hued terrain below. The hushed wilderness offered no auditory solace save for the ominous howling of the wind and the ethereal, distant rumblings it carried in its wake.