Battle Of Fury

The air trembled.

Clyde floated, wrapped in a storm of darkness, lightning, and flame like a strange aurora that bled into the sky. The mist that poured from him was not just shadow but something older ancient. Tainted by truths no mortal or god was meant to know and it spread fast.

The dark mist rolled across the domain. It swallowed light, drowned the sky in churning black, blotting out even the golden brilliance of Gabriel's wings.

All the soldiers scattered across the far reaches of the battlefield froze as one. Some fell to their knees. Others dropped their weapons, clutching at their chests as if a phantom hand had closed around their hearts. They did not know why but every instinct screamed for them to run. But they don't have anywhere to run.

Even the hardened soldiers who had fought on the battles for centuries, felt something primal twist in their souls.