Sparks. Shadows, a world of darkness. There is no light to scare the creatures that hide, to illumination to share the beauty of colour,...

Shriek. A blood curling scream drifted through the air as the hunter’s scythe left a harrowing hole in the wraith’s torso. He fixed his...

The blastwave. The forest sang under the breaking dawn as morning dew ripped from the emerald blades of grass that swayed slightly in the...