When the damned armies fell, silence did not follow. From beneath their bodies poured a thick, putrid green fog, and the earth beneath them hissed as if awakening in pain. The dead grass blackened, curled, and from the cracks crawled roots — like hands reaching toward the sky.
With a rasp that froze the blood, the souls of the warriors tore free — grim, glowing with the sickly light of decay and rot. They howled, as if a thousand throats screamed at once, and began to swirl in a spiral above the field. The air trembled, and the souls, rising into the heavens, dissolved into the dark clouds, leaving behind the stench of dampness and corruption. And where they had fallen, the earth began to rot — blackening, crusted with a film of dead mold. No one dared step there again. Even the wind passed it by.
The Damned is now available in our game store for this eerie autumn season.