Another: "The clock struck twelve when a boom echoed throughout the olden province. The ragged clocktower rattled and creaked but continued to stand. Its aged w

Another: "The clock struck twelve when a boom echoed throughout the olden province. The ragged clocktower rattled and creaked but continued to stand. Its aged wooden hands blustered with embers and bent into a hexed configuration, as if to say that doomsday had just arrived. Their country's war had just ended but their own war was just beginning. They had no idea." - Stefan Gladdusberg