The Watchman's Tale

The watchman wearily climbs the well worn stairs to peer into the darkness. For two years he has taken the same familiar path; walked the same stone stairs; and stared into the vast and empty darkness. His job is to watch for some sign of life. Something that would indicate that they are still out there. It has been years since he, or anyone, has seen any sign that they would return. Years of waiting for something, anything, anything except this putrid darkness. But this night is different. This time he stares in disbelief. This time it is not the vast empty darkness. This time he sees, The Daemon Legion has arrived...