Beneath the gray, hopeless skies, chilly winds blew in a certain direction, yet the mist encompassing the monochrome world of Limbo strangely persisted.
Hiding in the mist and behind dead trees were wretches.
A small army of them, seemingly biding their time.
As it turned out, the cemetery staff had rather strict schedules, and it was exactly this that the Damnedlings of Egress planned to exploit.
They would have to go in just a few more minutes.
So, Ascalon, now a hunching abomination, had gathered his two deputies — Daru and Lesha — along with the other four party leaders.
They unfortunately have no reliable way to send messages to each other in Limbo, and this is why every war party must stay within an acceptable range away from each other.
Of course, this limited the range of their operations, forcing them to adopt guerrilla tactics.
