Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160826031730

Jeiel leads his army forward, towards Needlepoint, the Paths close behind him. The Golems form the central column while the Saintaurs flank, some flying vanguard. The Emerald Palace slowly shrinks in the distant dusk...

And then they smell it.

Smoke. Not the pleasant, uplifting smell of a home fire, but the smell of a distant, raging inferno that is taking all in its path. The smell of earth so hot it fuses together, the smell of a thousand lives lost.

They crest a hill as the fading sunlight now shows them what they cannot yet see. A deep orange reflection on the base of the clouds, flickering...

Flickering oddly.

A Saintaur comes skidding to a halt in front of Jeiel, panting, a look of disbelief on her face.

"...Majesty!  Majesty,  the...the enemy army!  It's...MONSTERS, Majesty!  N-not Mamono...and...thousands...HARPIES!"

"Harpies?  What would Harpies want to attack us for??" Sebyl says.

"N-n-no, Lady Sebyl..." the Saintaur says. Then Jeiel can see them.

Thousands. The remnants of Whitemarch, having joined the cause of darkness...