The people who were outside the walls of Ironhold were able to regroup in front of the gates, but they did not enter, nor did they move an inch.
Everyone, including those on the battlements, looked at the darkness in front of them, the darkness that made the snow-covered grounds disappear.
The battlefield, which moments ago had been filled with the sound of iron and gunfire, had fallen into a silence so complete that even breathing felt intrusive.
The shadow monsters had now become one thing, and it was a sea of darkness that they could not see the end of.
As everyone was confused as to what that was, or what they should do at this point, the darkness started moving. It started converging inward towards a center point.
Snow sank where it passed, blood vanished beneath it. The bodies of the fallen and the weapons left on the ground that were in its path were swallowed without a trace. The surface lowered as if something beneath it were inhaling.
