A deep distant growl, much louder than a grimabear’s, rumbles not from the earth but somewhere above.
It is followed by the sound of a howling wind with an ancient star-craft engine at its core.
And a sky shadow sweeps across the encampment, shakes every building with the rocking of black wings.
Guards, make sure to look up once in a while. They’re not just out there.
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