• Legions of the cold descend from the sky, a silent assault on the earth.
    Nothing can stop their advancement, slowly killing the feeble, annihilating the weak. Execution is quiet yet merciless, gradually conquering all.
    A million burning souls illuminate the night and guard the newly conquered realm. They stand numerous and proud as they drown the final cries of life with their all consuming silence.
    No life will ever pass them.
    All opposition will meet its icy death.
    Nothing will live.
    Nothing will grow.
    Under the reign of silence.