I denied it at first, hell we all did. It was a simple idea: scout out the valley, look for prime locale to build, and report back. It was a large and desolate place, to be honest I hated it—being there was suffocating. I had heard about the bloody history of the area as a child. Just then a sound, a howl of the most peculiar nature roared out from across the valley. We all jumped, whatever it was certainly didn’t sound like anything we had ever encountered. “Th-they are an-angry... b-but they can’t l-leave there—d-desert…” Afir said, standing up. He stared at us, blood all over the place.
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