Ingvar Islet, Saturday
'Twas the daylight hours in Fandom yet, but clouds had gathered around Ingvar's summit, blocking out the sun. Sometimes thunder struck and illuminated their surroundings; from one angle, you could easily see the lights of Fandom Town just a couple of hundred feet away. But Ingvar itself was dark, all blues and blacks, all grass and trees swaying in the wind casting terrifying shadows on the ground.
Something was howling here. Something hostile. Something that drew on the islet itself.
It would manifest itself in a million ways, because you had roused the dark energy of Ingvar Islet, and it would not be ignored.
Something was howling here. Something hostile. Something that drew on the islet itself.
It would manifest itself in a million ways, because you had roused the dark energy of Ingvar Islet, and it would not be ignored.