The Tombs of Antigale.

Page 1. The beginning of the end.

A young horse, unnamed and uninfluenced by the world around him goes down a path. Several roads buried in hoof marks lead towards this destination, but none of them ever go back. Wherever he will end up, he knows this will be his forever home. The air becomes darker and more stagmant as he approaches, and he sees the mountaintops dripping with an odd, viscous substance that becomes brighter and brighter as the night falls.

He is scared.

But he will be free soon.