Luna's heart froze.
Hundreds of dark apparitions attacked the spring faeries whose only mistake was to hang in the air, raining spring blossoms above the guests.
Total darkness shrouded the bright atmosphere of Ostara with only the silver full moon as their guiding light as the aerial faerie dancers, the flag bearers and the musicians fell to the ground one by one with their eyes and wings closed--similar to what Prince Aelfric and Prince had described.
The smell of decay from the demonic apparitions permeated the air.
Their skins were peeled off their gnarled bony hands, showing the salmon-pink of their muscles as if they were burned alive or all of them were submerged into a gigantic pot of boiling water.
Some of the spring faeries couldn't stand the stench and covered their nose.
The spring faeries who performed earlier had replaced the white flowers free-falling with their bodies.