The wind whispers through the crenellations of the watchtower, carrying with it the distant howls of creatures unknown. Two soldiers, clad in the Valgros Kingdom's midnight-blue armor, stand vigil under the pale glow of the twin moons.
Soldier 1, a young man with eyes that dart nervously across the horizon, breaks the silence. "Old man, I heard that the monsters have already conquered half of Ordeya's cities."
Soldier 2, older and bearing the scars of past battles, nods solemnly. "I know. That's why I'm doing everything I can to get stationed elsewhere. After all, Tirion is one of the two cities they'll likely attack first."
The younger soldier swallows hard, gripping his spear tighter. "So it's a fifty-fifty chance."
Soldier 2 offers a grim smile. "Pretty much."
Suddenly, the younger soldier squints into the darkness. "Wait... do you see that?"
He points toward the horizon, where a faint glimmer of metal catches the moonlight.
"Is that... a skeleton in armor?"
