The silhouette of something moved atop the peaks of Solania, and then after it, the white-capped tips of the mountain began bleeding black.
At first, the people on the walls thought it was shadow.
That was the easiest lie for the eyes to accept. A cloud passing over the snow. Smoke from the mountain struck during Ludwig's battle with the Demon King. An avalanche of dark stone loosened by the tremors rolling through the land. Anything else would have required the mind to accept that the peaks themselves had opened and something beneath them was pouring out.
Then the blackness moved.
