Somewhere on the mainland of the Dadangar Subcontinent.
Hour of Shadow Dragon. (10:00 PM – 11:00 PM)
The forest stood beneath the midnight sky like a sleeping beast.
Tall trees stretched endlessly in every direction, their twisted branches woven together like dark claws against the heavens. Above them, a full moon hung high in the sky, pale and cold, casting silver light over the endless sea of leaves.
Thousands of stars glittered around it, scattered like broken pieces of crystal across the darkness. Normally, the forest would have been calm at this hour.
Tonight was different.
The chilly night wind swept violently through the trees, carrying with it a thick metallic smell.
It was the smell of blood.
Too much of it.
The quiet sounds of insects and distant nocturnal beasts had long disappeared. Even the creatures of the forest had fled far away from the chaos unfolding deep within the woods. Low-level demon beasts hid in their dwellings without making a sound.
