Harlia went wide eyed and so were the other soldiers whoever came into contact with the wind coming out from Ashen Crucible.
All of them, like Pablo, heard the whispers and roars of the dragons but unlike the others, Pablo didn't find it chilling.
He found it interesting and dangerous and he won't take anything less than this for a war like that.
He darted his eyes at Jaun, the writer and poet, and noticed that even while shivering he continuously wrote in his book.
He is a passionate one. Nice.
Pablo let Jaun be and smelled the air around.
The smell of death. Nice again.
Pablo believed the smell would only become more profound after the war would finally happen.
He looked around and he found nothing but silence.
Not even insects were there.
At the entrance of the place, a board was placed at the side which said in capital letters: DO NOT ENTER.
