Scattered across the Field of Skulls were the children of men, highborn and low. They had been thrown into the depths of this treacherous place. This hell...
All for one purpose;
To prove themselves working to bear a Seal.
A curse.
A right to bear the hopes of many and become a pillar and a beacon.
A right to die for the sake of glory and the survival of humanity.
"Huuuh... huuuh..."
"Huuuh... huuuh..."
Nero could hear his own heavy breathing.
The piercing screams and howls had turned into a distant backdrop, overshadowed by the ringing in his ears.
"Huuuh... huuuh..."
A pale shadow rushed towards him, its face split open from ear to ear as the Wraith ran on all fours.
It was very large and would stand at about ten to twelve feet on its legs. Its arms were rather long, so even with the crouching posture, it was still rather big. But enough to overwhelm the unfortunate souls fighting across the enormous battlefield.
