CONAN - BLOOD EAGLE
A dense and humid blanket of thick fog crawls upon a barren rocky mountain range. From a distant peak you're looking onward, trying to make out the details, but the fog is too thick to decipher the surroundings. You can hear distant clamor below you, growing in intensity, a bellowing conflict of hundreds punctuated by the voice of a powerful commanding figure. The sound of collapsing stone structures echoes throughout the valley walls and your anxiety swells, fueled by an ignorance of the events occurring beyond the fog's horizon. The knot in your stomach tightens, you know that you're witnessing an unimaginable tragedy but you'll never be able to put it into words. This will reside in your mind forever, like a nightmare whose details you've long forgotten, but the feeling in your gut never changes.