Fog fills the air around me, and the bitter smell of burning prey fills my nose. I try not to make a sound as I make my way to the dark leaning tower ahead.
The wind whispers with an evil sound, and the world rumbles at my feet. I try to stay upright, and continue on my way, but I can barely keep my footing.
As quickly as it started, the rumbling stops and the ground goes still. I donât move, ...