The Coming Threat

For the first time since its founding, the streets of the capital city of Samael were entirely empty. 

So much so that the hooded figure who was now walking silently through the streets was able to get through the gates without a single obstruction. 

The stranger looked around desperately from underneath their hooded cloak, wondering how this place that used to be so full of life had transformed into a ghost town. 

Tap. 

Tap. 

Tap. 

The muddy boots of the stranger taping off the ground were the only sound that traveled for miles. 

The visitor kept walking for a few more minutes before a dense fog started to roll onto the streets. 

Sensing something odd about this fog, the stranger paused and covered up their mouth and nose with their cape. 

Before the stranger could raise their hands to signal that they came in peace, they were surrounded. 

Out of nowhere, fifty warriors in onyx armor appeared.