Azure Nights
As the clock struck midnight, a palpable chill descended upon the world—a cold so profound that it slithered through flesh and bone, embedding itself in the very essence of the night. This was no ordinary winter frost, nor a fleeting anomaly of nature. It was high summer, and yet, the air had lost its warmth, carrying instead a breath of something ancient and malevolent.
There was no snow, no crystalline frost clinging to windowpanes, yet the cold was an omnipresent force, sinking into the marrow of those foolish or unfortunate enough to brave the streets. Even the seasoned mages, their spells woven with the mastery of decades, struggled to stave off its encroaching bite.
And this—this was only the beginning.
The first whisper of the Azure Nights had arrived.