The border of the two kingdoms is littered with human corpses, some immolated, some crucified, others twisted into hideous poses like effigies. Each one of them is long gone - Barns' Resurrection skill is useless. These were the people of Ordella. Their humanity is so disregarded that they were used as set dressing by the vampires. Despicable.
"WASTEFUL. PUNISH VAMPIRES!"
As Barns' army reaches the beginning of the bayou, the sun overhead suddenly begins to dim. It's only a few hours into the afternoon - the darkness overtaking the sky is unnatural.
"An…eclipse?"
Barns looks to the sun as a large shadow begins to darken its harsh light. Haima, walking nearby, hypothesizes.
"I've heard the twins possess powerful magic, but something like this?" her eyes watch the sun fearfully as the light is all but blotted out.
"They don't fight in daylight." Haima murmurs. "So they're making their own night."