The misty terrain of the hallowed grounds stretches far and wide, but a little far in the east, dry ground appears to come to a definite end. A veil separates the earth from the dense dark mist occupying the abyss that succeeds the land. Only a narrow, withered bridge leads from the land and ventures into the darkness of the unknown.
On the land side, the vast armies of Zedon have gathered, leaving the ground exhausted of space. Tens of thousands of werewolf warriors in their feral form, human soldiers in thick armour and beasts conjured of magic are all assembled before the veil of doom.
The priesthood of cloaked warlocks stand at the frontlines, ready for a great rite at the an ancient stone altar set between them and the bridge that leads into the void.
The atmosphere is grave sile
