[ Old World - Blackmoon colony - Once, it had been nothing more than a fragile camp hidden in the remnants of the great Skarthheim pack. But now, the Blackmoon Colony had become something else entirely…no longer a scattering of tents, but a living stronghold.
Barricades rose where there had once been flimsy boundaries. Pack houses stood in ordered rows.The Markets were livelier than ever. Regular ships came and went to the New World…it was a well connected and well maintained port now.
Electricity coursed through the veins of the colony, stringing light across the nightscape. They brought cars, and bikes…it opened pathways that had once been dirt and roots.
What had begun as a reluctant post had become a city in its own right. ]
Kieran stood all alone.
The smoke curled lazily into the dusky air as he leaned against the wooden rail of the balcony, eyes fixed on the endless stretch of the Great Woods.
