shadows in the night.

The guardians march away from their hard-won victory, leaving Morgarath's minions scattered and broken. But relief is fleeting. The events confirm their greatest fears - the spreading darkness is organized under one malevolent will.

Morgarath has returned, his power grown immense. Once again he seeks to engulf the realms in terror and shadow. The guardians know with chilling certainty that the clashes to come will dwarf today's skirmish. Morgarath will not stop until all light is extinguished.

With weary limbs but resolute spirits, the group makes camp as the sun sinks low. The first sparks of fire push back the gloaming, bringing warmth and a ward against prowling shadows. Sleep comes quickly after the day's ordeals. But rest brings little comfort.