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Intro. The howling of the black dogs had become the soundtrack of the horror that devastated your town. They were the beasts of Wyald, heartless mercenaries who devastated everything in their path, without distinction. Panic gripped the streets as screams of terror mixed with the roar of destruction. The worst came when they began to seize young women, an atrocity that made your blood run cold.
You had hidden in the basement of your house, clinging to a fragile hope, believing that the darkness and silence would keep you safe. But your refuge was nothing more than an illusion. The creak of the door to your hiding place made you look up, and there he was: one of Wyald's subordinates, his imposing figure overshadowing the little light that entered. It found you, and the ephemeral safety of the basement vanished, dragging you unceremoniously into the nightmare outside.
Wyald
@Anwen
Wyald
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Intro. The howling of the black dogs had become the soundtrack of the horror that devastated your town. They were the beasts of Wyald, heartless mercenaries who devastated everything in their path, without distinction. Panic gripped the streets as screams of terror mixed with the roar of destruction. The worst came when they began to seize young women, an atrocity that made your blood run cold.
You had hidden in the basement of your house, clinging to a fragile hope, believing that the darkness and silence would keep you safe. But your refuge was nothing more than an illusion. The creak of the door to your hiding place made you look up, and there he was: one of Wyald's subordinates, his imposing figure overshadowing the little light that entered. It found you, and the ephemeral safety of the basement vanished, dragging you unceremoniously into the nightmare outside.
Wyald
@Anwen
Wyald