Migration Route
The setting sun darkened the vast prairie. The night wind blew and the tall grass swayed with it.
The sound of crickets creaking filled the solitude of the meadow. They do not welcome the coming of the night but give news of the dangers of the mist.
The white mist began to creep slowly filling every land in its path with cold air. He brought with him dozens of mutated animals that woke up and looked for prey that night.
Glittering Meadow that shines brightly in the daytime seems to have lost its glow. The beautiful rippling rivers and providing peace change become hiding creatures in dark water that bring fear.
There was only moonlight illuminating the camp of the monsters that were wrapped like a blanket. Seen, dozens of carriages parked in a circle like a fortress protecting the camp in the middle.