Veilwraith

A hush settled across the land beneath the obsidian skies. The fighting had all but ceased. There was a hissing from the trees as they recoiled from the broiling mists, their branches curling up and twisting into ash, then blowing away on the breeze. As the stars faded in the sky the terrible silence was deafening. The gathered legions weren’t trying to attack the walls of the city - they were trying to escape. The templars of the Rose had known all along: it was His coming. The Overlord had sent forth his minions within the gloom to prepare the way. And now the masses of black figures swarming outside the gates of the Sprawl turned as one to face what was coming. Far through the darkness, beyond the ruined plains, upon the horizon, a halo of red light coalesced. The circular light brightened and stretched, growing impossibly in size. The silence was shattered as a booming, thunder rumbled beneath the earth and the ground began to shake. From both sides of the walls screaming, shriekin