And so it begins... The snap of chill air with a threat of frostbite, a scent of pine and smoke, fills sails as the fleets arrive to Northrend. Clouds roil with edges nigh on fire from a sunset that never dips lower. The closer the forces come, flurries fleck across sails, gunneries at the ready, sailors and soldiers upon the decks. The flakes numb as they touch, leaving marks as if made of ash. But what burned?
Was it the sky...and what happened to it? A glistening edge of russets caught at sharp edged clouds, sending those with spyglasses running for captains, generals, and the spiritual.
There is no sun in this land of the damned... only the gleaming hole leading into a dimension beyond sky's reach...
( Words and photo credit to Sonceri in In Deaths Shadow Discord )
