Here, they could not see me.
Here, they could not hurt me.
I could vaguely see black shapes roaming the barren city and hear the occasional scream. On this cliff, however, nothing but the crisp, cold air could touch me, not even Revenants. Their screeches echoed between the desolate buildings, meeting my ears as a whisper. They had been here for months already, annihilating life as we knew it, inv...