The air is filled with the strangest smell I’ve ever heard. Some mixture of strawberry, sewer rot and arsenic. Sweet, rotten, lethal. About the most fitting words I could come up with for this case… and that damn woman. Bass shakes the street block, shattering asphalt and blackening concrete as the sky goes red. I’m too late. I look up to the inevitable end of this all. In the sky. The sun goes black. Buildings crumble. Everything goes cold, like a Fimbulvetr has stretched across the world. The wild and civilization start merging swiftly. The animals from the forest nearby start charging into the town, desperate for some kind of shelter. This feeling, like the flesh all the way down to my bone is frozen solid… there’s no shelter left in the world that can stop this.

There is only me.

And the Black Sun.