The Crow Ridge graveyard in the misty descent remained as gloomy and terrifying as ever. Flocks of crows with glowing red eyes perched upon dead tree branches, staring dead-eyed at any living or dead creature passing below.
Skeletons in groups of two or three clutched iron swords and bone shields as they wandered aimlessly across the wasteland. Some skeletons, not yet fully decomposed, still retained wisps of foul-smelling rotten flesh baked into jerky by the scorching sun, dangling and swaying from their bodies while a massive swarm of buzzing flies circled close by.
"Whoosh."
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