"From the black spires marched his Army, cold hard and relentless. As they moved over the already-crushed landscape, broken buildings and houses torn in half by the Wind, the survivors cried out for salvation, their lamentations enough to melt the heart of any being with an inch of compassion within them. Attracted to the sound, the Army turn and to a man, cut their victims down, the cruel lightening whipping from their fingertips. Silence returns to the landscape, and far away, one-hundred mouths laugh in unison...
