The hidden sanctuary of the vulpins lay nestled within a secluded valley, ringed by towering cliffs draped in curtains of emerald moss and thick, tangled vines that were artificially grown using mysterious arrays.
It had been their small but new safe haven—a sanctuary carefully crafted from the ruins of their past despair, where this small group of vulpins had begun to rekindle a fragile spark of hope.
Yet now, that fragile hope was shattering.
At the edge of the clearing, five thousand draconian soldiers encircled them like an iron noose, the sight of their menacing, winged forms darkening the dawn with an oppressive dread.
Hulking, tall warriors snarled cruelly, their blackened weapons glinting sinisterly beneath the dim crimson glow of the distant, blood-red sun.
An aura of murderous intent radiated from their ranks, smothering the vulpins' spirits.
