CHAPTER V: STONES OF DOOM (4)
The enemy was lurking in a trap. He was snowing hard, for in Eldrin it got colder every winter; amid growing darkness, icy hopelessness cornering their homes. Moving cryptically, devouring everything in its path. The blowing of the southern winds whispered the impending appearance of darkness. The darkness ordered from the depths of the plains. Ghosts of the forests, turned into dozens of abominable creatures. The Dark Demians entered the place, like monsters of the absolute; Like creepy skeletons Wraiths whose rough bones turned into deadly thorns, while terror and affliction raged over the outer meadows of Eleanor's Kingdom.
The mirror quickly clung to the woman's left hand. The pain was attenuated in forms of screams of despair, in the midst of the incess
