A pack of glistening wet flayed snowbeasts gallop through the streets, leaving behind blood red footprints, their musculature rippling and exposed. They call to one another in snarls, their cataract white eyes unseeing. As warriors strike them down with blade and fire, more emerge from the surrounding forests, but they too die, again. A malevolent laughter echoes in the skies, a winged form circling the city.

What hide remains falls from their bones, curling in the air, drying swiftly, revealing instructions, runes, and diagrams. The laughter fades.