"Accursed mortals!" the angel's voice thundered as lightning cracked across the stormswept skies. "If your hearts were not so fickle, we would have been done with this an age ago!"
Gathered in the centre of the village, the townsfolk cowered before the radiant figure before them. Some clasped their hands together begging for mercy while others huddled around each other, fathers shielding their families with their backs and mothers embracing their children for a final time... all bearing signs of the Taint.
"Brother!" another angel shouted, fighting to be heard above the howling winds. "You don't have to do this! Let me take them, I will bear all responsibility!"
For a brief moment, the winds ceased and a silence settled over the village. Then the air began to crackle, spark and the blessed knight
Elim could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. In the next instant, a torrent of lightning struck down from the heavens and consumed every villager, drowning out their cries in an explosion of light.
"It is already done," the first angel uttered pitilessly.
Elim looked on in stunned silence as he moved his hand away, having shielded his eyes from the blinding flash and now seeing the charred remains of the village. This was...
"Too much," Elim said as he read the scout's report. "This is too much."
Looking out the window of the lord's manor, the old knight scanned the streets of Faram and realized at a glance that if the report was true...
"Aye, the town would not last a day," spoke the lord, finishing his thoughts. "It is simply too small to mount an effective defence and my men-at-arms too few."
It was as Elim had feared. A dragon had been sighted circling the town several days ago and its cries had drawn every Tainted out from the shadows, bidding them to join its side. This process had been repeated in several other towns since and now the dragon had amassed a veritable army that was making its way to Faram this very moment.
Even a single one of the Tainted would have been enough to wreak untold levels of destruction. With so many of them together, this truly was the worst case scenario. Only the Goddess's angels could make the difference.
Curses! Elim thought bitterly as he looked back at the scout's report.
How did we not notice this sooner?"There is no time to waste then," he said to the lord. "We will meet them in the field."
Closing his eyes, the old knight pressed a finger to his temple and used his blessing to cast a message to not only his patron angel, but also any others who might be nearby, "I am Sir Elim Bram. A dragon has been sighted near Faram with an army of thralls, numbers over 200. I shall move to intercept, is there any who can assist?"