An unnatural, dark eclipse blotted out the moon above Sovereign Peak, plunging the high marble terraces into suffocating, pitch black darkness.
Cold, unnatural winds howled through the narrow stone passes, carrying the bitter scent of copper and burnt brimstone across the upper peak.
Through the secret catacomb exits behind the high gardens, hundreds of dark robed cultists poured into the silent avenues.
At the head of the dark vanguard marched Zhao Feng, his eyes burning with chaotic crimson light, and Su Rou, her massive six foot scaled claw scraping lazily against the marble tiles.
Grip... scrape... clack.
"Where do we strike first, Zhao Feng?" Su Rou rasped, her double tonal voice chilling the midnight air as her black bone blade hummed with necrotic fire.
"We strike the Law Enfo
