Fear The Night : Fleeting

The lands of Tamaris were being ravaged, the blight that was death spread with virulent haste, the followers of eternity marched upon the lesser barriers, upon the population, upon the very identity of this once peaceful country, knights and soldiers threw themselves into the fray to no avail, outmatched in every aspect, the king's miasma consumed all upon its path, creatures of the night tore apart households, none were spared.

In the wake of Nitok's army, only bloody pulps, dismembered corpses, stains upon the walls and soil, empty, splintered cradles, the cries of the damned were drowned out by the stomping of the undeads, their calls for help heard by none other than the next victims.

As they passed through a small city, once again, the foolish livings attempted to put up a resistance, despite the ranks of undeath reaching as far as the eye could see, they held on to a dying ember of hope, everytime, it would be snuffed without fail.