Chasing the Moon: Crossroad, Soul Trader

Rising of a Storm

Where it Began and Being Caught by the Waves of It

For some reason many deaths had swept the whose neighboring contries but in one specific country...

its large open land was like an image of a sequencial graveyard pits that came out one of another along with the dead trees along with the clicking sounds of gold and silvers, and this countries rivers have the vague illusion of running bloods with flesh and splinters of bones.

One could see a high person of status making steps upwards in a ladder that seems to go to a stage made of mountains of treasures and gold.

And upstairs is a man in a dark gold hooded cloak offering his hand to the one climbing up, as if he can see the lifeless bodies down the lowests part of the floor. And souls that was dragged like magnets on the felt of rolled up paper on the climbing mans hand.

The hooded man's lips made a smirk as he can hear the sounds of these steps making its way up and each sound was creating waves around its surrounding close and afar.