CHAPTER IV: TEMPTATIONS WITHIN THE WIND (1)
The enemy lurked impatiently like an ambush. Like a trap, in the upper arms of the heavy snow, for in Eldrin, each winter grew colder. Like a growing darkness, like a hopelessness cornering their homes. Moving cryptically, devouring everything around his path. The blowing of the southern winds whispered an impending appearance of gloom. The darkness ordered from the depths of the plains. Ghosts of the forest, turned into dozens of abominable creatures. The Dark Demians entered the place, like monsters of the absolute; Like creepy skeletons Specters whose rough bones were replaced by deadly brambles, while terror and affliction raged over the upper meadows of Eleanor's Kingdom.
The Demians were entering the place, in the form of flying monsters.
