*14 months later*
A little over a year ago, the man in a dark cloak had stood atop a hill, overlooking the wolves leaving the island. Now he stood here, at the mouth of the Mississippi River. It might have seemed beautiful to some several months ago, but that scene is no more. Instead of a muddy river with a long history, there laid a dark and twisted river, tainted a deep red with blood. It's flow was obstructed by a delta of corpses, and millions of bodies lay beyond the mouth of the river, turning the Gulf of Mexico into a mass grave, and more bodies were arriving daily. Screams could be heard from the ocean, as not everyone floating out there was dead.
The mage had warned the reporter not to aid anyone back to the mainland. But the reporter had ignored the mage's words of advice, and had paid for his mistake with his life. The reporter was probably no more than a skeleton by now, buried underneath countless other bodies in the blood red sea.
But what happened during those 14 months?