The weight of silence

You have seen the fury of the scorpions, the patience of the stones, and the pain in the shadows of the taverns. Now there's silence. Not peaceful, but heavy, oppressive, which happens only before or after a storm. Deathwings are circling in the sky above Argentum. They don't growl-their wings slice the air soundlessly. To destroy a hundred of these creatures is not just to fight, but to live for months in this oppressive silence, where every flap of a wing reverberates in the temples. You have to take that weight.