The wind swirled wildly as sand swept across the streets, it was dark and cozy as creepy sounds could be heard along with footsteps. Two men in black had an axe in each hand while keeping keen ears to any strange sound. The former sniffed a log of wood on the ground and suddenly began racing towards a direction, unfortunately they he didn't find what they were searching.

"They've moved her" the latter began while placing two fingers to the ground, he crossed them and heaved a sigh.

"If it's not Arthadal, then it's doom city" the former added scrutinizing the environment as he could perceive that a sudden silence...