7th of the Mini Saga series. Come, sweet death.
Our darkest day cometh, whispers of death are carried 'cross the black winds of doom. A small child seeks comfort at her mothers bosom. We grieve for those we have already lost and fear for our own inevitable deaths. A ravenous chill gnaws at our very bones as the darkness encroaches upon us.
Yet we cling to the last light we have. The shadows grow all around us, entangling our very souls with death. The places we used to know seem like fantasy during our last moments. Extinction is all that awaits us now...