An eerie feeling fell across a blood-soaked battlefield where bodies baked in the hot noonday sun of Gagaree as the light of day faded to darkness suddenly like something blacked out the sun suddenly.
It caused those waging war to stop, some even dropping their weapons as they looked to the sky.
No sun, no stars, no moon, only darkness that made one feel uneasy like the scythe of the reaper was around one's neck really to sunder soul from the flesh.
But the darkness itself wasn't what should be feared, the case was.
Out of that deadly dark stillness and unfathomably roar came as the sound of hundreds of airships' engines reached the ears of those below as they descended towards the field of battle that stretched out before the Great Mountains that the dwarves call their homes.