Harsh trampling winds swept across the sleepless city, bringing in the refreshing scent of pine from the forest . It was quiet, as the only sounds were leaves being brushed across the stone roads by the wind and cricket chirping their loud tune. Despite that, a large flood of unease was keeping the city from falling asleep this night, under the starry night. The city was watching a foreign twisting black figure that was gazing upon the quiet town. Almost like a rising fire looming over the vast city.