It was a beautiful summer morning in Finnmark, despite the temperature hanging around the freezing point.
A watery sun shone down on the ruins of what was once Kirkenes, which was no longer the deserted ruins that Erik and the others found almost a year ago. Instead, they were just ruins.
The snow-covered town was now filled with a few thousand figures, from apparent humans, to obvious shapeshifters, there was a palpable gloom hanging over everyone. Yet, no one sat still. Everyone was training hard and on constant alert, fully aware an attack might come at any moment.
This was the last remaining holdout of the Silver Enclave.
The war had not been going well for them. At first, after Nora learned the sigil to disrupt the Dominion's control over their ghouls, things had improved for the Enclave. After a number of Dominion patrols and hunting squads had been wiped out by the very ghouls that were supposed to serve them, the Dominion had become far more careful.
