[ WP ] You were born with the ability to know what is buried beneath your feet . You have worked for years alongside archaeologists finding lost cities and ancient treasures ; however , today is the first time you have ever said `` We should not dig here . ''

I found myself almost scarred with what lie below me. Almost as if it were a nightmare that could n't be possible, but there it was flashing in my head the way it always does. We had been roaming around Northwest America looking for something to unveil, something new. I had found cities and many stashed treasures, but at this very point in time, I had never seen what I was seeing. 
 
 It had flashed quicker into my mind than any memory in my past had flashed. The beasts fell fast from the sky and landed everywhere in sight. The grass wilted beneath the feet of the murderers. Everywhere in sight was death, and there was no rewards to be reaped from it. The sky was grey with storm clouds so close to the Earth it felt you could touch them. 
 
 The monsters walked past the felled beasts with no pride, just disdain. *As if they could fall on our land and ruin the soil with their bones. * Continuing on from the corpses they drew their sigils with the wilted grass of their feet. Upon the last seconds of their chants I saw it rise and I froze.
